Persona Sexfight Commission: Dream Girl

A story based on Persona 5. Haven't played the games myself, but know folks who have and watched some let's plays. Seems fun in general, if a big investment in time and effort for such an rpg. Enjoy your metaphorical dream world fuck fight!

Joker knew where the source of the trouble was. Suguru Kamoshida had seemed suspicious since his first day at school, and the clues kept adding up. Sure enough, with a little snooping, he confirmed that the man was twisted enough to have his own Palace. While he didn't seem to have a perfect grasp on everything involved with the shadow-filled world, Joker knew this was a problem. It was time to intervene.

Kamoshida's Palace was a literal castle (as much as it can be in the symbolic realm they were dealing with), complete with knights that patrolled his impression of the school. It had nearly gotten "Joker" (as he'd started going by) executed on his first day by the "king" of the place. He had been defenseless and off-guard then, not the dangerous figure he had become. He had no intention of repeating those mistakes.

Joker summoned his Persona to let it smash through the last of the knights, sending them flying through the huge double doors in front of him. The roguish figure hovering over him vanished again as the dark-haired boy stepped through the doors, clad in his all black suit to go with his dark and shaggy hair. This room was more of an arena, vaguely resembling a Greek coliseum in its general build. There was Kamoshida on the far side, sitting on the balcony where you'd expect to see Caesar if it were a movie. He was in his standard robe and crown, and catching Joker's eye in particular was Ann. She was a gorgeous blonde, made all the more obvious here by how Kamoshida manifested her. She wore nothing but a pink-patterned bikini, a ditzy smile plastered to her face as if she couldn't be happier than scantily clad and by his side. Vague outlines of people sat in the raised seating, clapping upon his entrance as the knights he'd defeated vanished into black smoke.

"Ha! Looks like the intruder made it farther than I thought! This little rat's causing more trouble than I'd like... ain't that right, gorgeous?"

"Yea! Rat's are like, soooo gross!" Ann beamed brightly, right on cue. Joker felt disgusted by the perfectly intelligent girl being conjured in Kamoshida's head like a bimbo lapdog that worshipped the ground he walked on.

"I think it's time someone put you in your place kid," Kamoshida said with the smirk, the gym coach leaning back in his chair. "Go get him, sugar tits. Show him what you've got." With a quick smack on her ass from her king, the warped reflection of Ann giggled appreciatively and leapt off the balcony.

Joker took a step to try to catch her, just to notice the ground beneath him give a little. Looking down, he realized he wasn't on solid stone or plastic, but that the dark material was soft and slightly malleable. The arena was a giant, silky mattress, making him frown and kick off his shoes. They wouldn't do much good on this kind of surface anyway.

"It's not really her," Joker told himself quietly as he adjusted his collar. "Take her out and then king jackass, and then everything's back to normal back in reality."

Ann just tilted her head, smiling at him vacantly before holding out her hands and giving a double crooking "bring it on" gesture. The uninvited hero hesitated as she flashed him that beautiful smile and he met her bright blue eyes. He was more than a little distracted and more than a little attracted to her, which, shadow or not, was going to make her more difficult to face. If he had to imagine a symbol of sex and beauty, Ann struck him as a perfect fit for the part. Apparently Kamoshida had the same idea.

"Persona!" Joker braced his feet on the soft ground and reached for his eye mask to release his second self... but his mask was missing. He looked over his shoulder to make sure he hadn't somehow already conjured it.

"Geez, what are you looking at?" Ann called to him mockingly, charging across the arena. "Don'tcha know that girls LIKE being looked at?"

"Don't go counting on those tricks this time, kiddo!" Kamoshida laughed. "Not in MY girl's arena!"

"Dammit," Joker muttered, sending his hand to his coat instead. He felt around for his blade, but found that missing as well.

"No toys in the bedroom!" Ann scolded sweetly just before she slammed bodily into the distracted intruder. Joker could feel her plump, soft breasts push against him through his shirt just before he was dragged to the ground, the exaggerated blonde mounting him on all fours. “You're in my king’s arena, and his house, his rules.”

Joker grabbed her bare arms, even if he blushed to do so. Rather than be intimidated, Princess Ann giggled cutely at his attempt to trap her. It turned out that she didn't need hands to kiss him. Joker was blindsided as the most beautiful girl he knew (shadow or not) locked lips with him and forced her tongue into his mouth. He let go of Ann's arms to push at her shoulders, managing to break the kiss but she still grabbed Joker by his tie to hold him close to her.

"Don't go playing hard to get now," Ann purred, batting her big blue eyes at him. "You're not getting to my king without going into me."

Joker managed to push back enough to force her onto her knees instead of laying on top of him. "I think you mean 'going through you."

"I know what I said," she purred to him hotly, grinding her hips against his. Joker swallowed hard. He was starting to see what her goal was here. Like it or not (definitely not), Kamoshida was toying with him and sending his impression of Ann after him for his own sick amusement. His weapons were all missing because this was going to be a sexfight. It was a strange setup to be sure, but with a gorgeous opponent like Ann, she definitely had an edge on him. On the other hand, he was up against a puppet dreamed up by a nutjob of a gym teacher. Joker could get past her while still saving his more hard-hitting abilities for Kamoshida himself by playing his game.

Deciding that following her lead was easier than bringing himself to actually fight the blonde beauty, Joker rolled to one side and pinned Ann underneath him. "Oooh, aggressive. It's cute how you really think you're man enough to satisfy me."

Joker lightly squeezed her the breasts, hooking his fingers around the cups of her bikini top to explore her soft, pale skin. Ann's shadow let out a pleased little coo, but her gaze stayed sharp and focused. Even if her kiss had gotten him hot and bothered, his foreplay wasn't phasing her sexual defenses so much as simply entertaining her. While he kept fondling her, her hands slid past his guard and pulled up his shirt. It forced Joker to break his grip on her chest as it was yanked over his arms, leaving him perfectly vulnerable for Ann to start kissing her way down his chest.

This version of Ann absolutely knew what she was doing. He knew that it was a demeaning parody of the real thing, but that parody was an exaggeration of her sexual side. With that extreme being focused directly on him, Joker's body was quickly starting to turn on him as arousal began taking over.

"You're so pathetic," Ann giggled sweetly. "You're lucky my king decided to let me entertain you. I wouldn't waste my time on a dumb little dummy like you." While her insults were less than creative, her cupping Joker's crotch through his pants certainly got through to him. He had already been hard from their sexual struggle, but her hand on his package left Joker painfully erect as he reached his peak.

"I'm not beat yet," Joker grunted, finally pulling his shirt off and freeing himself from its confines. He grabbed her breast more roughly, squeezing while he rubbed his thumb over her nipple from beneath her bikini top.

"Teehee! Yeah right! You're already about to shoot your load," Anna laughed back at him, looking confidently back into his eyes. She smacked away his hand, just to take her own top and yank it off in one swift tug. The bikini floated gracefully to the ground as her breasts wobbled in front of him, looking so perfect that she made undressing look like an art form. The majesty of her naked tits completely overwhelmed Joker as his eyes fixated pearly pink nipples bobbing around.

"You like 'em that much?" Ann giggled, running her hand up Joker's thigh. She suddenly grabbed his leg and flipped him onto his back, mounting the shirtless student's stomach as she cupped and bounced her perfect breasts. "Then how about a closer look?"  Ann leaned far enough forward to squash his face in a breast smother, the blushing boy shocked as much as he was perfectly pinned. He had trouble breathing, and every breath he did manage to steal from between the mounds of flesh was full of her feminine scent.

"Like what you see, huh?" Ann taunted the overwhelmed Joker, shaking her shoulders to let her tits slap playfully against his face. He'd never been so close to her in reality, and now that he was being crushed by her breasts, he found himself utterly trapped by her fleshy prison. With little visibility besides the pale flesh in front of him, it became very apparent when Ann reached between her legs to firmly grasp Joker's manhood.

It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Ann's shadow knew what she was doing to the point where she didn't just know how to please a man; she knew how to please HIM. Her fingers found the perfect spots to rest and squeeze instantly, applying pressure in precisely different spots to brush against every pleasure center on his dick. Joker was paralyzed by the sheer amount of pleasure going through him, his mouth hanging open in surprise.

Ann finally sat up enough to let him breathe properly. "You're drooling, my little piggie," Ann teased, brushing her finger over his lips and, indeed, wiped some drool from Joker's lips that he'd failed to notice. She slowly licked his saliva from her finger, showily sucking on it while she stroked him to please both his eyes and his body.

Seizing the chance to fight back, Joker grabbed one of her thighs and forced her legs apart. He started to firmly rub at her pussy, but found himself fighting to catch up to her sexually. She gave small hums and moans, but it was nothing compared to the mind-numbing sensations Joker was experiencing.

"That's really all you've got?" Ann purred down at Joker. "Maybe I ought to finish you quick so I can get back to pleasing a REAL man." She giggled cutely and flashed him a wink before she hooked her thumbs beneath his waistband. "I'm totally kidding. I'm like, Kamoshida-sama's sex goddess, and I'm gonna make you squirm like my pathetic little virgin sacrifice."

A practiced sweep of her hands brought Joker's pants and boxers around his calves, leaving him defenseless against her advanced by literally catching him with his pants down. She clamped her legs together with surprising strength, capturing his arms between her thighs while she dipped her head down to his lap. Joker was shocked and aroused to see her take almost his entire shaft in one fell swoop (and one foul slurp). She moaned softly, tensing her lips and cheeks to seal and press them around his rod like an all-encompassing grip. The projection of Ann waited until Joker let out a loud, shocked gasp of unwanted pleasure before she whipped her head back. Her lips popped audibly and a trickle of saliva rained over his stomach and thighs as she whipped her blonde curls back showily.

“Like that, do you? Well there’s lots more where that came from~!” Ann taunted cheerily.

"No... wait," Joker protested. He was clearly on the losing end of their strange duel, and he wouldn't stand a chance if he didn't fight back now. If he kept letting Ann have her way with him, he would be sure to start lose any semblance of control in the face of the gorgeous blonde and her sexual prowess.

Joker grabbed her bikini bottoms and pulled them aside, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy and its silky, glistening lips. He passionately embraced it, pulling on Ann's hips and getting a surprised little coo from her as she was yanked away from his privates. Joker buried his tongue into her deeper, probing for a way to turn this fight around. The blonde spread her thighs invitingly as he licked his way up and down until the tip of his tongue located her clitoris. Ann gasped and arched her back, tossing her blonde hair behind her shoulders and moaning in a way that Joker imagined a sensual angel would have. He finally had a horse in this race.

"Mmm, someone's desperate for attention," Ann sighed, rolling her hips as if she didn't just enjoy the cunnilingus, but was encouraging it. She pouted up at him king playfully. "But now I wanna play too."

With that, Ann descended onto Joker's crotch like a sexual falcon. She gripped and raised his cock to hold it straight upright, granting her easier access when she took his balls into her mouth. Any sense of initiative towards the fight suddenly drained out of Joker as if the blonde was sucking his life out through his erection. Her hands expertly slid up and down his shaft while she noisily sucked on him, tongue caressing his balls while her lips gently tugged at them. It was always just enough to arouse him rather than hurt, but still showing her absolute control over his package. Even Ann's soft sucking and slurping noises only added to the appeal, coming out with soft, hungry moans that showed she was enjoying herself. She was savoring the control she had over him, manipulating his cock as if it were a hard-wired remote control to his brain.

Joker managed to start his own oral offensive, but it felt clumsy and frantic compared to her artistry of a blowjob. She hadn't even taken him into her pussy yet, and he could only hope that would be one last battlefield he could take command over because her oral had him beat so handily. He felt his cock twitch ominously before it tensed and stayed that way like a bowstring being drawn back just before it fired. “No no no!” Joker thought, feeling his arousal edging closer to his peak. He bit his lip and tried to force his attention on something else. It proved impossible as Ann’s lips and tongue continued to control his mind through his cock, sucking his attention right back into her mouth.

Joker gripped the battlefield of bedsheets as he looked at Ann, seeking any way out. She was already looking up at him with her big blue eyes, a flirty smile implied at their curving edges. Her perky breasts bounced with her as her head bobbed up and down, putting her entire body into the process of sucking him off. He had never felt so utterly powerless and outclassed in any fight before as he did when at the mercy of her amazing oral skills. She just watched him with her baby blues, patiently awaiting his balls to signal their inevitable surrender.

Even with his head start, Joker broke first. Ann moved her mouth from his sack to kiss her way up his rod, gently biting at the taut skin just beneath Joker's cockhead. He grunted heavily as his hips thrust upward, squirting cum over his belly and her fingers. Joker cursed under his heavy breathing, sweating on their cush mats while Ann giggled ditzily. She accented her playfully innocent gaze by casually licking some of the cum from her lips.

"Awww, is that all? You're getting more pathetic by the minute." Ann smiled at him, a look that had once attracted him to his classmate. Now her sweet and tempting smile reminded him of the bared teeth of a lioness; a look that was quickly followed by being devoured and conquered, leaving you powerless against her as she toyed with you to her heart's content. Even as his cock was left twitching, Joker felt his arousal tinged by a hint of fear as he faced off with such raw sexuality. Ann had gone from a pretty high school crush to a goddess of sexuality and pleasure in the world of Kamoshida's unconscious. And there was Joker, trapped in a sexfight with her.

Joker grabbed her by the ankle and pulled to one side, flipping Ann back off of him. He grabbed her by the hair, his wet shaft thankfully still hard from the first orgasm. Ann let out an innocent squeak of surprise as she landed, but when Joker went after her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled, knocking him flat on his back again. She arched her back like a gymnast to lift herself up onto him, grabbing Joker's wrists to pin him once again.

"You really are such a sorry excuse for a man," Ann purred, leaning close to his face. The smell of his stolen manhood still lingered on her lips, taunting his nose. "You're more joke than 'Joker' now."

Her toying with him allowed Joker to brace his back against their silky arena, pushing his arms up and overpowering her. Ann fell back, and Joker couldn't afford to be the gentleman in this fight. He was doing this for the real Ann, not her slutty shadow. He took her arm to roll her over, Ann getting to all fours before he took a firm grip of her hair and penetrated her snatch from behind. Ann gasped and stiffened a bit as he pushed his way into her.

"Oooh, what's this? Pretending you're a real man for once?" Ann grunted, even as he took her from behind. She arched her back, raising her hips as she coyly glanced back at Joker. Her defiantly confident grin drove her opponent to slam into her harder and deeper, getting a short gasp as she went rigid around him. Even with the fatigue from his fresh orgasm, Joker couldn't let this opportunity escape him. Her pressed on with his weakened thighs and throbbing shaft, lining himself up to slide the edge of his cockhead against her clit. Her pink nails dragged slowly across the arena's cushy floor as she let out a drawn out moan, starting to hump back against him at a slow, appreciative rhythm.

This was his chance! Joker kept a grip on her hair to keep her from moving too freely, but she didn't seem to be going anywhere. Shadow Ann actually seemed to be enjoying herself, her moans growing louder and giving Joker directions like "Harder," and "Fuck yea! Just like that!" He had chalked it up to her being overwhelmed by lust, succumbing to her arousal and him turning the tables on her uncontrollable sex drive. She was a ditzy sex object in this world after all, so it had to be in her nature. He also believed this because thinking of any other option was a damning train of thought. The fact that she was toying with him and using him for pleasure as a casual breather between her own attacks would mean he was the one getting metaphorically fucked here.

Ann's deep moans turned to loud cries and short screams, tossing her head back and bouncing her blonde locks over her shoulders.

Ann's deep moans turned to loud cries and short screams, tossing her head back and bouncing her blonde locks over her shoulders. Joker could feel her vaginal walls clenching around him, greedily swallowing up his shaft. She was getting into it as much as Joker was, pulling her harder into his erection to assault her clitoris with overpowering pleasure. The blonde's moans turned into an ear-piercing shriek, arching her back and thrusting her hips back as Joker felt her hot cum squirt across his shaft. He had done it! It had taken some doing, but he'd leveled the playing field. They were one for one.

Then Ann's wail faded, she let out a husky grunt. "Oh god, you're so gooo~d!" she groaned, humming softly and looked back over her shoulder. She smirking playfully at Joker, sticking out her tongue in an overly cutesy expression. "Just kidding~! Was that really all? I thought you said you were good at this."

Joker froze up in panic, but Anna balanced on her arms to reach her legs behind his, trapping him in place. Joker grunted as he felt her thighs clench, clamping her freshly wet pussy around his shaft. "What the...?"

"Don't tell me you're done. That was foreplay for me! Kamoshida-sama would have fucked me twice as hard and made me cum three-times as much. Are you really so pathetic you don't know how to treat a lady?"

A sinking feeling went through Joker's stomach just as Ann suddenly thrust her hips backward. Her ass pressed into his stomach, knocking him over backward with the power of her reverse humping. "Let me teach you how it's done, little boy," she taunted as she straddled his cock in a reverse cowgirl position. She started to bounce up and down on him, combining gravity with the power of her thrusts as his cock rapidly penetrated her with wet sucking sounds. Ann gave the occasional little coo of pleasure, but was practically ignoring Joker. She just went on expertly rode his shaft while waving casually to her king up in his balcony. The shadowy figures in the audience roared in approval at the return of Ann's dominant streak as she rubbed her breasts and swirled her hips, clearly showing off and enjoying herself while Joker struggled to maintain any semblance of composure.

Joker had been resisting an orgasm when he was simply fucking the most beautiful girl he knew. Now that she was turning the tables on him, he felt his shaft swelling and pulsing as he fought for control of his own body. "G-get off," he muttered weakly, trying to force Ann off by her hips. She didn't weigh much, but the power in her lower body kept her pussy pressed down on top of him, pinning him to the arena floor via his cock.

"Getting off? That's your job, loser," Ann said, flashing a huge, cheeky grin over her shoulder. She turned around to face him, an act that made Joker arch his back and gasp. The twisting of her pussy around his dick made him shudder, the soaked flesh of her nethers sliding all around his rod like a quick tour of her perfect womanhood. "Was it everything you hoped for, you pathetic little virgin?" Ann cooed at him, leaning forward to give her pelvis a better angle to ride him while putting her face closer to his. All the better to degrade him with, apparently. "I bet it is. I bet you knew you weren't good enough for me, and that you'd never have a chance against a body like this."

Even with her soul-crushing insults, her perfectly paced thrusts were driving his dick wild. He tried to look away from her bouncing breasts and smiling pouty lips. She kept watching him with sadistic glee at the crowd started to chant her name. "Ann! Ann! Ann!" the shadowy forms barked, encouraging how perfectly she was owning his dick and keeping him powerless. Joker's cock pulsed and he shook his head frantically, gritting his teeth while trying to resist cumming with everything he had.

His all was not enough. He held out for several more second, but Ann leaned in the last inch, taking his chin in between her delicate hands and forcing him to face her. She planted a light kiss on his lips, tasting the weak drool running from his mouth. It was the straw that broke the camel's dick as Joker let out a brief shout, hips bucking out of control as he came inside the beautiful blonde. His eyes watered as drool ran from his agape mouth. That moment felt like it was simultaneously the most wonderful and humiliating of his life as the copy of the girl he felt so strongly for forced the orgasm out of his weary dick. It felt as if she had literally fucked his brains out, leaving him twitching as his cum pumped inside of her. Ann laughed derisively at her sexual victory, releasing his face to let his head fall back to the oversized bedsheets.

Ann's laughter continued as she lifted herself off of her opponent. Her vagina leaked with his cum, the remains of the massive orgasm trickling over Joker's thigh as she admired her handiwork. "Boy, I am gettin' good," she giggled. "Of course, how couldn't you be when you're a cutie like meeee?!" She struck a pose for her king and his audience of shadows while Joker rolled weakly onto his stomach.

Joker tried to crawl away while she was distracted. It dragged his wet and tender dick along the arena floor, not bothering to go delicately when he could do quickly and quietly. He could see he was outmatched here. The illusion of the ultimate sex symbol was naturally going to destroy him in a sexfight when they were inside a world where symbols and metaphors meant everything. He had to escape and regroup; come at Kamoshida at another angle and catch him off guard rather than in his private arena.

Ann surprised Joker by grabbing him from behind, trapping him with an arm tossed around his neck and forcing him to rise up to his knees. "Where were you crawling away to now, puppy?" Ann teased against his ear, forcing his naked form to kneel while putting his body on display for the audience. His lean muscles were stretched out and his his wet cock was shown to be still twitching as if it were Anna's freshly captured prey.

"I'm not done with you yet," Ann laughed as she reached around his waist, lightly slapping his cock. He winced and blushed as his sensitive rod wagged around at her command, sweating and breathing so hard that he could barely think. The slightest touch to his dick paralyzed him on the spot, shockingly sensitive but still erect from all the attention it was getting. He was barely done cumming inside her when she grabbed his stiff and aching shaft, jerking him off from behind while he was powerless to stop her. Her soft breasts pushed into his back as she lightly nibbled his ear, whispering her soft but stinging insults into his ear.

"Admit it, you horny bitch," she cooed. "I'm your wet dream come true. Now I'm going to turn it into a sexy little nightmare!" Her lower fingers ran over his balls when her strokes went low enough to reach, pumping his raw, red cock until Joker was screaming with confused and painful arousal. The act that he would have otherwise dreamed of was shooting through his nerves like agonizing electricity. The handjob had Joker twitching and grunting, barely holding back from screaming with his mixed emotions.

Despite it all, he felt like cumming yet again. His body was weak and beyond his control as Ann forced the pleasure out of him. “Did you think we were even in this fight?” Ann purred into his ear. “You're not half the man my Kamoshida-san is. You're just a weak and horny little perv who was been dying for me to take just like this.”

She traced her fingers over his erection, exciting it to the point where her fingernails traced painfully playful patterns on his skin. Ann lightly slapped the edge of his cockhead, making his rod bounce from side to side like the wagging of an excited dog’s tail. Joker was left speechless as each tap sent jolts through his body, his impressive stamina finally put as he released a long cry of pain that hadn't fully left his throat before turning into a shuddering groan.

“That's right. Bark for me doggy,” Ann giggled at his conflicted moaning. “Now show your new master your special trick again.” She wrapped her hand tightly around his cock, pumping harder than ever on it.

“No!! Aghh! Fucking…. yes… stop!” Joker fumbled trying to speak straight, let alone make up his own mind. Tears and drool ran from his face in an effort to vent his frustrations from feeling so suddenly powerlessness. He'd seen it coming from the early warning signs, but never to such unbelievable extents. Her sexual power was just unmatched. His dick fired off a spray of cum over his thighs and belly, signaling his sexual surrender like a creamy white flare. Even his own orgasm hurt his balls to the extent that he felt sick, as if drunk on the wine of Ann’s sweet sexuality.

Joker fell into a heap on his stomach, panting for air and giving long, miserable groans. He landed in the shallow pool of his own cum, just shy of Ann literally rubbing his nose in his defeat. Ann walked around in front of him, grabbing him by the hair and forcing his head off the floor. He looked at her dizzily as she shoved his face into her bare pussy. "Well? You've seen the kinda dirty stuff i’m into. Still think you're man enough for me?” Joker breathed a few more labored breaths and shook his head. “Good boy~! Now… worship your goddess," Ann ordered.

The perfect blonde shoved his face into her pussy, guiding him around by the hair. The gesture made it clear that she had entirely dismissed his sexual prowess, forcing him to rub around her snatch. She moaned and sighed louder than she had when he had been penetrating her, as if she could have masturbated a better orgasm herself. Joker gave low grunts and muffled protests, choking in her wet sex while her clit grew excited and rubbed in his face.

“That's my good little fuck toy!” Ann gasped excitedly. “Just stay still like that! You'd just, like, totally fuck up anything if you tried. You're sooo pathetic. You just have no idea what you're doing. I'm going to need Kamoshida-sama after this is i’m going to be anywhere near satisfied. Turning your face into a dildo is just the best I can do for now, I guess!”

Ann kept grinding harder into Joker’s face, as if degrading him like this only excited her further. She taunted and laughed at him heartlessly, breaking down his body as much as his spirit. He was sexually exhausted, his penis hanging between his legs while valiantly maintaining itself at half mast. It had more hopes for victory than he did as Ann gave a shrill, childish coo and squirted her cum all over his face. Joker tried to pull back, but she ground her snatch into his face. Her cum sprayed over him like a porn star while squealing like a virgin, a horny goddess taking the shape of a twisted embodiment of sex. Her grinding and spreading pussy lips forced her juices into Joker's nose and mouth, forcing him to taste and smell his defeat on top of staring up at her humping, beautiful body.

When she was done, Ann giggled softly and shoved him onto his back. Joker coughed and shuddered, his cock resting weakly against his thigh. "Please... no more. Stop it..." he managed to mumble, shaking his head. He was too exhausted (and sticky) to even try to crawl away.

"Ohmigod! Are you crying!?" Ann shouted in surprise, breaking into laughter. Her facefucking had covered up his pleas and screams for mercy and her juices had mixed in with his tears of shame and pain. They ran down his cheeks uncontrollably as his body responded to his pain and misery, even as the shadows in the audience and their "king" started to join in with Ann's uproarious laughter. She slowed her cackling to wipe an amused tear from her face while she approached his downed form.

"Well you were kinda fun while you lasted, but now?" Ann placed her foot on Joker's tender cock, making him give a quick shout of pain. She wasn't pressing especially hard, but it was so incredibly sore it didn't matter. "You really are a joke, Joker." Ann's dominant pose won some more cheers from the crowd as she posed for them, flexing her lean, pale arms and shaking her shoulders to confidently jiggle her breasts for her audience. When she grew tired of her showboating, she strut up towards his head with a wiggle of her hips.

"Ann... don't do this. Stop. This isn't you..." Joker pleaded desperately. He was out of options. He was weak, afraid and horny.

"What are you talking about? I'm better than me! I'm Kamoshida-sama's. I may never be as sexy as he is, and you'll never be anything close!" She winked up at her king as she stood over Joker's chest. "Though I know a good throne when I see one."

With that, Ann spread her legs wide and dropped pussy-first into Joker's face. The shadowy thief flopped helplessly as she crashed into him, her powerful womanhood crushing him beneath her warm, wet lips. He let out a shrill cry, unable to escape her inviting pussy. He expected more humiliating grinding, but she didn't bother this time. She leaned in and flexed her thighs, sealing her pussy around his nose and lips. He realize too late that her facesit was smothering him out completely. He tried to scream, tried to breathe, but her twat had enveloped him. It was as if all the air in the world had been replaced by the scent of her pussy. His vision grew dark, but his final thought was that if the world was nothing but Ann's overpowering sexuality, it wasn't so bad a world...

Sae folded her arms as she stared down at Joker. He was beat up and tied to a chair, but he held a pleased grin on his face. "Can you read that last bit back?" the agent asked, looking over her shoulder.

"Uh... yea." One of her underlings checked his device. "Her overpowering pussy came crashing down on me. Her perfect clit pressed against my nose as all I could taste was her sweet cum..."

Sae sighed and put a hand to her forehead. "Have the lab guys check their formula. This serum of theirs is full of side effects." Her eyes darted under the table at Joker's pants. "It doubles as an aphrodisiac. That wasn't part of the story so much as it was his wet dream.

"Sorry. I may have got distracted," Joker muttered, giving her a loose grin.

"Alright. Let's start from the beginning... again. You went into this dream castle..."

My Death Road To Canada

This is just a writeup I did of my recent playthrough for Death Road To Canada, this super cool game I played on Steam. It's an Oregon Trail style game of choices and supplies . I've beaten it a bunch of times now, and just today on hard mode. I finally tried out a run on Familiar Faces mode, where it's all characters you have saved/created on your profile. It made for a neat cast that reeked of personality, and despite all the time I've beaten the game, no other story felt quite so fitting and full of character. I swear all of these events happened in the game by chance or by choice; I just add the flavor for why and the personality that came off of the characters' behaviors. Not a sexy story, btw, just kind of sweet but weird and funny.

Musky: the star of the story. A crotchety old man, "Musky" has been fighting his whole life like a modern day Popeye (complete with a manly jutting jaw). Musky's a stubborn and gruff old guy, but has a soft spot for others who don't push his buttons. If you don't make Musky mad, he's a friend for life. After passing out in his chair so many times, the man can sleep anywhere.

 Karim: the oblivious gun nerd in his late teens. Purple hair, glasses, and baggy coat. Collected guns more than he used them, and obvious social and hygene problems. Dies within the first few days when his social skills rile up some bandits.

Ivey: the "fun-runner." Ivey's a cute blonde young woman who ran for fun before running from zombies. A bleeding heart for charity runs, and keeping in shape just for something to do. She's unshakable optimistic, always in high spirits and striking up conversation with the others. After outrunning the zombies long enough, she jumps in Karim and Musky's car to join the trip. Unintentionally becomes something of a ninja when a raid on a farmhouse lands results in her wielding a sickle with shocking efficiency.

Sherill the dog: a small doberman that joins the party after alerting the team to her presence in a building. A happy and hyper little dog, she is somehow turned into a brawnier sheepdog by an experiment with cosmic rays. Shot down while running from bandits.

Kaiya: a sweet little girl who gets into places she shouldn't, which is how she eluded the zombies so long. Starts out with a mop and her wits, forcing the rest of the group to watch over her while she does a lot of the talking. By the end, she's a gun-toting kid with a handgun and wielding a human spine/skull as a club.

Mandy: a cocky car nut and former street racer. Big elaborate dreads, dark skinned, trench coat. She lives out of her car through the apocalypse until the team's car breaks down in front of her. She offers her pumped up muscle car and a sharpened screwdriver in exchange for the group's support getting to Canada.

Never married, few friends, Musky grew old and settled into yelling at his tv, waving at his neighbors, and quietly keeping up practice in barfights and his small apartment gym. When the zombies happen, Musky busts a few heads as needed but mostly stays locked in his apartment. He seemed content to stay there and fight until he died until he heard someone else in the complex. He found Karim, a spaz of a gun geek who had riled up a few zombies with his gunshots. Musky might have been content to let himself stay there and rot, but not somebody else (even if the kid was out of shape, antisocial, and obnoxious). Fortunately, Karim knows of someplace safe from the undead: Canada.

Musky gives Karim a pep talk about how dying to zombies is a wussy way to go, so they hop in Musky's old car and drive off with Karim's varied stash of guns. They raid the local Yall Mart and gas stations, Karim driving because Musky has a unique talent: sleeping. Whatever it is about Musky's sleeping disorder, he can stay up all night on watch and still chop up zombies the next day.

They find Ivey, an optimistic young jogger who's been outrunning the zombies rather than fighting without breaking a sweat. Musky flags her down when she's calmly outpacing a small swarm and she gladly joins the roadtrip.

It's shortly after that they're blocked off by bandits. They demand all their food and their car to let them pass, but the group knows they can't afford to spare anything. Karim decides to intimidate the bandits by stepping out of the car and shouting at them to "cool it!" The bandits immediately blow him away, and whether he intends it or not, it's the distraction the party needs. Musky tells Ivey to floor it, and they fly out of there in an exchange of gunfire to leave Karim's corpse behind.

Ivey tries to assure Musky there was nothing he could do, and that he'd want them to go on. Musky just picks through Karim's guns and dryly comments about how that's the way a man should die. He doesn't address the subject further.

The group finds Sherill shortly after, the dog barking at them from a nearby apartment. The group decides to save the innocent pup by shooting and chopping their way upstairs. They get banged up in the process, but get the dog out alive. The group had salvaged some medkits, but realize they don't know anything about medicine. "No better time to learn," Musky says, and pops it open to get to work. Nobody quiet notices a large spider approaching them... which Sherill casually eats.

The group stops off at a trading camp, and while the vendors themselves aren't that interesting, there's a lizard man by a giant machine that offers the party to expose someone to cosmic radiation for 5 food. Unsure what this means exactly, Musky and Ivey slowly nudge Sherill closer with their foot. For reasons unknown, the radiation wildly transforms her... into a sheep dog. She's also slightly stronger and faster for some reason.

It ultimately turns out to not be enough. An even deadlier group of bandits ambushes them, armed to the teeth. With no one to blow things out of proportion, they still don't want to part with their impressive supply of food. They take their chances and run for the car, but even the mutated Sherill can't make it as she's blasted away. Musky and Ivey speed away to leave another ally dead, only stopping when Musky's confident enough to try his hand at medicine again. Between treating all these bites and gunshot wounds, he's finally getting good at something besides fighting.

The pair raid a farmhouse, finding some salvageable food and a number of weaponized farming implements. Even with a growing stash of guns and ammo, Ivey ends up picking out a sickle that she'll use for the rest of the trip, cutting up zombies quickly and messily. Most of the gear's too heavy for Musky to use; he's strong, but he tires out quickly, so most of it will become the shoddy gear passed out to the rest of the party.

It's leaving the farmhouse that they find a stowaway. A young Kaiya pops out from the back seat as they drive off, asking where they're going. The kid had been hiding out in the barn and wielding a borderline harmless mop to fend off any strays that come after her. Despite her age, the girl knows her way around the area and is a sparkling conversationalist (she ends up constantly being given extra gear and food while visiting traders). The duo welcomes her aboard, eager for some company.

Kaiya proves almost useless in a fight for various obvious reasons. Musky begins taking her aside, teaching her to shoot and fight while still working on his own first-aid practice. He's become team medic by necessity. It's a few weeks into the trip when they are trapped in an abandoned house during a rain storm, and when the mysterious and gruff old man finally lets go. He goes on about his short service in the army and how he never stopped fighting to keep from thinking about the life he was wasting. He loses it over the death of Karim and the test of the dog, almost breaking down entirely. With the assurance of Kaiya and Ivey, he decides he's not going to lose anybody else. He goes back to training Kaiya in kicking ass.

The crew is loaded with food and guns, they have a medic and several fighters, and a charming face of the group who politely excuses their way past a few hostile checkpoints. They're missing one thing, and it becomes clear what that is when their car starts smoking. They pull over and try to figure what to do with it when they're approached by Mandy. The bad attitude of the street racer rubs Musky the wrong way, but she patches up the car enough to run for them. Seeing the need for her, she's invited along, but Mandy instead offers to use her old street-racing car instead. It sure beats their beat-up old ride.

The group's getting close to Canada. It's obvious by the incoming seas of zombies on the horizon that abruptly cut off. They stop at some traders where Musky trades some food for some extra weapons to go with the revolver he's been toting for most of the adventure. Kaiya vanishes for a bit, just to return with some extra ammo for the rifle and some discreet fitness training from the local talent. The group takes their extra food and ignores the rations, eating all they can for their last big day. Ivey and Kaiya share that they know that they'll make it to Canada at this point. Musky and Mandy finally agree on something; they can't wait to blow a hole through that zombie army.

The group confronts a final city full of zombies, darting through alleys and blasting their way through with the guns leftover from Karim's stash. Musky rips through them with an old machete until that snaps, switching to his new assault rifle and mowing down more while the others bash down those at his back. When Musky's runs empty, he passes off his gun to Kaiya or Mandy to reload while Ivey shreds the zombies with her sickle. When Ivey starts to get overwhelmed, Kaiya shows her courage and training as she grabs a dusty old skull with the spin attached and uses it as a war club. The rifle finally empty and Musky's revolver too slow for the job, they dip into their emergency reserves: Mandy fires up the chainsaw Musky bought for her and rushes right through the horde with everyone in tow. They finally reach a clearing where they can plow the car through and escape to the bridge to Canada.

Mandy decides there's no need for their car in this utopia: she dives out and crashes it into the last of the horde in their way. Musky has no rifle ammo and they're out of gas for the chainsaw, so he resorts to the old pitchfork and his revolver to lead the way. Kaiya still wielding her trusty spine, a handgun, and medical spray. They rush the border until the mounties on border patrol charge to their rescue. Their trained moose and beavers fight by their side as Musky empties their last shotgun on the advancing zombies. Their Mecha Mounty drops from above and obliterates them with lasers at the last second.

The Prime Minister appears to welcome the weary crew as official citizens. Kaiya and Ivey celebrate as they knew they would make it all along. Mandy acts cool about it like she's not impressed. Musky complains that it's too cold here and demands a new apartment from the Prime Minister.

The group settles in on their own terms. Mandy complains periodically about the place, never quite getting used to the local cuisine after living off fast food for so long.

Ivey's borderline zen nature and skill with a sickle inspires people, and eventually they come to her for advice. She ultimately opens a dojo for her own anti-zombie martial art.

Kaiya survived with what she considers her new family, but now that she's done running from zombies, she can start a normal life. She settles down, grows up, has kids... she's surprisingly boring, but just fine with that fact.

Musky... Musky starts flexing his old man guns to establish his toughness at the local bar. After hearing his story, nobody argues. With that settled, he goes back to his new apartment and waves his crew of neighbors over for some dinner. Same old life, but a lot more open.

Birthday Bonus Story - Borderlands: Biggs and Liddie

So just a writing prompt I asked for on 4chan. Felt like writing something dumb on my birthday, so I asked the Shortstack thread for ideas on a short story; got the request for a midget and hulking pair of female psychos from Borderlands. I fucking LOVE those games (co-op PvE is my jam) and could play them for years. Basically for you outsiders, most of it's explained beyond it being a scifi wasteland of a planet. Hilarious and very fun game. Grab em on the cheap if you can. But yea, the story's got some cartoonish violence to it, so don't mind a bit of blood and implied cannibalism.I also  wrote the ending as a last-minute joke, but I feel confident that I could come up with some further story to this. Whether it's the two lunatics having sweet but murderous adventures, or some kind of parody or side-story to the Borderlands universe, I'm not sure. Or just introducing 4 fetish-based characters that would be "playable characters" being offered with these as their cinematic teasers. Perhaps even some shitty stat/move lists for em.


The caravan was supposed to be safe. Everyone on Pandora knew that the word “safe” was a huge overstatement, as even the large settlements could be assaulted by asteroids, sandstorms, giant worms, giant robots, lunatics, traitors out to make a quick buck, or the ever-present psychos. They said that the laborers/prisoners on the planet were dumped there ages ago when something they found broke their minds, and it was difficult to stake out any territory on the sandy asshole of a planet without running into a bunch of the raving, masked monsters of men.
That was the odd thing, Carlos thought. There were never any lady psychos. Sure, there were some hardass mercs and bandits, but the full blown loony ones? Closest he ever heard was of a little girl who’d blow you up as quick as talk to you, depending on her mood, but she seemed sort of… cracked, not broken. His mind wandered on that subject for a minute while he stood watch on top of the caravan’s eponymous van, strapped into a lawn chair on top. He grabbed on when the van bounced wildly, loud bursting noises coming from below followed by more popping and rattling behind him.
“The fuck was that!?” he called down as the van barely kept from tipping over in its haste to brake among the dunes. The tanned young man leaned over to his driver and his man literally riding shotgun, who stepped out and nearly whacked him in the head with the opening door. They stepped out, where Angus kicked the tire with his metal foot.
“Shit busted it open,” he grunted. He knelt down and picked something out. “Looks like bone. Skags, prob’ly. Those persistent little shits can’t even stay dead without causin’ trouble…” The rest of the vehicles unloaded, reporting similar troubles from the buried debris.
Carlos glanced over at Angus, the big fat thug of a trader. “Are skag bones usually that sharp, though?”
“Could have been sharpened. Wind got them the wrong way, or just…” Angus paused as if sensing the omen of his words, right before the huge BLAM! drowned out the sound of his head popping. The posse stared at his body, which took a moment to realize it was dead and drop thanks to his sturdy prosthetic. Everyone drew their guns and pointed them all over in a panic, not thinking to check the splatter to spot the sniper.
There came a noise like a bellow of a sandworm, but as it reached it peak, they were able to pinpoint it as a huge, deep voice bellowing “FUCK!” and drawing out the U for a good thirty seconds. Hurdling between a pair of rocks, there was a massive woman, built out of nothing but pure muscle, scar tissue, and leather with a little bit of hair as if an afterthought. She wielded a gigantic sniper rifle tipped with what looked like a kitchen knife tied to the barrel, the weapon a good two feet longer than her already 8 foot figure mutated by god knew what kind of chems and mutated diet that grew on Pandora. Leather straps crisscrossed her chest, holding back broad, dense breasts that threatened to turn into pecs, but they simply were there to minimize jiggling since she had her hard nipples out in the open air. She had mismatched combat boots (red and blue) and a gas mask that had been severely cracked and busted open, defeating its actual purpose as her bulging green eye, the edge of a crooked smile, and some blood red hair, missing several large patches, poked out from it.
“Badass psycho! Take it down!” one of the crew shouted as they opened fire. The psycho woman ran straight for them, but at such speed it was hard to predict how close she’d be, not what direction. She also swung up her rifle to fire singlehandedly, not an accurate approach but absolutely powerful enough to rip a few limbs off the defending party. When she was in range, she thrust out her sniper rifle like a spear and ran the other two drivers through like a kebab.
As the psycho got close enough for Carlos to make out her wild expression, he raised his machine pistol and opened fire. The small rounds grazed the giant woman’s stomach and leg, enough to make her stumble. He knew there was no “wounding” a psycho, though. They were dead or they were still perfectly murderous. He moved to quickly pop a fresh clip in, but he noticed the pack she was wearing; it had no weapons or ammo in it, but what appeared to be a purple-haired child…
The “child” looked up at him with dilated red eyes and scars over her face, and with a peculiar stubbiness to her limbs and stout muscle to her that made it clear that no matter how tough living out here was, it was no child at all. As soon as she met his eyes, the midget psycho frothed at her scarred mouth as if she’d just smelled the blood of her big  partner.
“Midget! She’s packing a midget!” Carlos shouted out right before the hulking bandit grabbed the agile little shit and flung her like a 100 lb grenade out from the pack. The dwarf wore nothing but a pair of cargo shorts that had been reduced to a flimsy skirt and a life vest, both of which barely covered her overly plump breasts and hips that even outshone the giant one’s curves. Her legs were like iron, with thighs as thick as a horse’s, and had a pair of tomahawks made of pipes and rusty metal that she whipped out in midair.
“I’M THE PRESIDENT OF MEAT TOWN, YA MAGGOT FARM!”
Right before the little psycho and her little ax split open Carlos’ head, the crew’s lives and a title card flashed before their eyes, announcing their demise:
Biggs and Liddie!! (get it? Cuz they’re big and little?)
Biggs whirled and roared as she slashed the throat out of one more gunner with the end of her rifle-spear. Two of them ran for cover behind one of the crippled cars, but Biggs kicked it with her boot hard enough to tip it over and squash them both. Liddie whipped one of her axes into the gut of another while she was busy unrooting her second from Carlo’s brains. “Gimme back! Gimme gimme!” she squeaked in her unnaturally high voice, planting her boot on his face to rip her axe out. One of the bigger bodyguards caught her by surprise as he smashed her face with the butt of his rifle. Her button nose crunched and tilted to the right as it became a blood faucet, but she was otherwise perfectly unfazed as she gave a feral scream and smashed her bloody forehead into his crotch. The guard bent over to cup his junk, letting Liddie flip the rifle up and slap the trigger with a tiny finger to force him to shoot his own skull open. “Confetti time!” she shrieked in delight as the gore trickled back down over her.
She turned back to see one trying to flee the carnage while Biggs was caught up in slowly crushing the last remaining man’s skull between her big, veiny hands. “Gonna make you pop like… like err... a pop song,” she gurgled deeply. The hulking psycho actually dropped her manic grin to look over at Liddie. “Lids! I don’t has a good one! Help me out here!”
“Can’t!” Liddie piped merrily as she stuck her hatchet into her teeth and bolted after the fleeing woman on all fours. “More crotches to chop!”
Biggs grunted and rolled her bulging eyes. “Sorry,” she grumbled to the shuddering victim in her grasp. “I’m usually a little more prepared for this.” One more squeeze collapsed the skull between her hands as she heard a few last squeals from Liddie’s direction.
It was a hell of a score! Health packs, rations, ammo, spare parts… they wouldn’t be able to haul it all back, so they picked and chose. Most of it would be scavenged by skags or other bandits by the time they got back, so they kept the best food and the sharpest, nastiest pieces of metal as top priority. They made it back to the cave, their den under a rocky outcropping that was loaded with old and useless shit. Faded out street signs and things that kind of made sense to a tiny, distant part of their brains from before. But that was before! Before the good times. Before everything made sense. Before everything became blood and meat and that elation of the sight.
Biggs tossed the ration crates into a corner while Liddie stuck the body parts around the place; whether as decorations, snacks for later, or warning signs out front. The midget scurried back in and started to poke at Bigg’s wounded leg and belly. She groaned and pulled off her pants, then her mask and straps to leave herself perfectly nude. There was a lot of red under her clothes, whether the bloody marks or her lazily ignored body hair under her arms and just below her abs. She braced her arms over the old locker, spreading her arms and legs expectantly.
Liddie went about her usual treatment: she climbed onto Biggs’ lap, bare crotch on her knee while she licked and bit at the wounds, occasionally spitting out a bullet or two. The health packs were boring. They didn’t have enough stimulants or painkillers to get their rocks off anymore, so they were no fun to use at all. If Biggs got bored or it stung too much, she’d shove at the wild-eyed munchkin’s face. Liddie would just bite one of her fingers with her bloody teeth, getting the hulk to grunt and relax back into her receptive position.
The lunatics had reached a nearly symbiotic state at this point. Big and loud paired with little and… also loud. Liddie surprised people and did handy little things that Biggs was too dumb, lazy, or twitchy to deal with. Biggs lugged her around, keeping her plump on loot and corpses and generally scaring off any would-be predators or kidnappers. The spiderants could wolf her down in two bites, and the nomads were famous for taking midgets as literal meat shields. All you needed was a plank of wood or an old door and some chain to hold the bitch in place.
It was where Biggs had found her, all that time ago: in her frenzy, Biggs had torn the shield out of the thug’s hand and threw it away before she realized there was a person on it. Liddie looked too small to eat, especially after that fat bandit, but there was something… more.
Liddie finished with the bullets, but wasn’t done feasting on her partner. She licked the blood from her lips and met her eyes. “Eatin’ lead makes me hungry!” she barked/squeaked up at Biggs.
“Give it good, ya little leech,” Biggs grumbled, but her deep voice more of a mother bear than a menacing monster. A low rumble to comfort rather than intimidate, like a beast of burden. Lidde gave a giddy little giggle and stooped to her knees, her heavy breasts popping out of her life vest at the slightest opportunity. Biggs gave them a squeeze with one meaty hand, but it was… gentle. An adjective she didn’t use very often in her actions.
When the madness spread and the inhabitants went wild, the pretty ones went first. They were used up and slaughtered like the prizes of the litter. The female psychos, they didn’t fit in well when everyone’s urges went wild. There was only so much a gal could do except get… well, ugly. There was an unspoken understanding between the two, and not just because they could barely form a sentence. Their eyes met again, like they did that fateful night when they’d first seen each other. Finally found someone who understood and that they could trust, and trust themselves with.
Biggs reached down and pet the violet hair of her little lover, three fingers enough to cover the munchkin’s entire skull. “I’d never eat you,” she grumbled to her. The sentiment brought a few thick tears to the giantess’ eyes, running over the deep scars that mapped her ruined face.
Liddie looked up sadly and climbed up Biggs’ thick thigh, then up her chest and abs like a beefy ladder before she licked the tears out of the furrows of her scars. “Shut your sad up,” Liddie cooed before kissing the salty drops back into Biggs’ mouth. Her thick tongue rolled around with the little appendage not even the size of Biggs’ thumb, grabbing the runt by the arms and lifting her off her feet. Liddie didn’t even jolt from her powerful grip, the devastated remains of human beings finding a sick, strange satisfaction in being with each other. Even with Biggs’ tongue only able to fit its tip into her partner’s mouth and her drool flooding over a partially missing lip, Liddie kissed back with all she had, slurping up the saliva like a helpful caretaker.
“Gimme,” Liddie repeated softly. “Gimme your guts.” Biggs grunted quietly and turned her upside down, handling the midget with a careless ease before stuffing her between her legs like a chubby sex toy. Liddie immediately cooed like a comforted animal, sniffing and then slurping at the shaggy, sweaty privates. Biggs let out a long, almost whale-like groan as her eager little mouth went to work. There was no clear reasoning behind it beyond pleasure; it wasn’t Liddie doing it as a task for Biggs, or Biggs letting Liddie have her pleasure. It just made sense to them. It said for them both what they couldn’t say with words (in this case, because most of the words were swears or synonyms for meat).
Liddie’s little tongue lapped and poked around inside the powerful psycho, her muscles seeming to tense and bulge at random as the pleasure echoed through her body. Liddie popped her lips around her engorged clit, bigger than two of Liddie’s nimble fingers between all the chems Biggs was on at any given time of day. She sucked on it like a baby’s bottle, getting more violent spasms and huskier growls from Biggs. The kind that would make most people run and think she was revving up for something especially nasty (which in some sense of the word, she was).
Being turned over as she was, Liddie’s skirt had flipped up to dangle around her chest. The little pussy was presented in front of the goliath, along with a telltale scar than down down to her labia and the sporadically growing pubic hair that resulted. Never one to shy away from a scar, Biggs hugged the runt to her chest tight enough to burly her fat tongue into her snatch. Liddie squealed and kicked her little feet, more in excitement than pain or fear. The slimy appendage filled her to the brim, enough that her drool overran it to pool in between her chubby cheeks and down her ass crack. Liddie let out some wild whoops and yips as the bigger girl quickly worked her into a frenzy, adding to her appetite for her psychotic lover.
The hyper little Liddie squirted like a little water fountain or a reversed impression of an emptying bucket. She kicked her feet and chanted “Gimme gimme gimmeeee!” to demand more, refusing to stop her obnoxiously high-pitched song until she squirted a second time. At that point she returned to her oral attention, letting the brutish partner grope at her fleshy titties for a new set of handles. Liddie started leaning a little hand on Biggs’ fresh bullet wounds and digging her teeth into the rubbery flesh of her enormous clit. Between the size difference and her drug-addled mind, this appeared to be just what the mad doctor ordered.
Biggs let out a roar that seemed to choke out halfway through and actually emit a womanly sob. It was the only time that Liddie ever heard her voice get that high, right before her big outburst after their playtime. The killing had wound her up, and it was the perfect cooldown she needed. Of course, Biggs had to hold onto her tightly as she came over her face, gushing hard enough that Liddie squirmed as if she’d be washed away by it.
Sticky with each other’s various fluids, the bandit finally released her orgasmic death grip on Liddie. The relaxing midget emitted a tiny fart, getting her thuggish partner to toss her onto the pile of bloody blankets they used as a bed. She plopped into it with a cackle as Biggs stomped over and flopped on top of her like a blanket of flesh and muscle.
“Shut your face, little one,” Biggs growled. “Soon the sun will burn you alive.”
“Tuck us in?” Liddie chirped. Biggs responded with a headbutt from one thick skull to another. Liddie sighed contently, headbutted her back, and fell asleep with the lumbering monster of a woman on top of her.
The two jumped to their feet when the noise woke them back up. It was why Biggs slept with her boots on, and why Liddie just used her calloused little feet anyway. They tilted their heads in near unison, confirming the sound of engines nearby.
“MORE BATHTUBS FULL OF TITS!” Biggs bellowed. She snatched up a handful of random rations, stuffing them into her mouth before slamming her busted gas mask back over her face and forcing her pants back on.
“AND MORE DUBSTEP!” Liddie replied brightly as she clambered onto her partner’s back.
(Biggs and Liddie; part of the Borderlands Bootilicious Season Pass)

Dangan Ronpa Beach Fight commission

Past commission I forgot to post, another massive group fight, with the female cast of the video game Dangan Ronpa.  Similar to the beach fight prior (may have been the same customer...), the ladies fight very rough and there's a lot of fatalities along the way, if relatively "clean" and offscreen stuff (mainly drowning and choking). Promise some softer stuff coming soon!

"My my my! What a lovely sight this is! Fifteen bathing beauties laid out on the beach! Considering that plenty of them were dead not long ago, I'd say it's a real piece of Heaven out here... or is it a Hell? Well, let's not ask questions about how or why. Perhaps they should WAKE UP and find out already!!"

The girls all started to come to from all the racket. They had no memory of their immediate past, so they have no idea how they got here or who the others were. The ladies of Danganronpa were all laid out in the sand near each other, clad in skimpy swimsuits. The tide of the clean, clear water was whipping fiercely by the shore, cuing them to look around and realize they were on a rather small island. It was only home to the beach and a single mahogany tree. The whole surface could be covered in a few seconds, if you jogged.

Monokuma, the iconic black and white teddy bear, walked over the island, looking as smug as a devious toy could. "You're finally awake, you lazy bones! Don't go asking questions yet, because-"

"Where are we?" Kyoko demanded, looking around as she stood up and dusted some sand from her swimsuit.

"What are you all doing here?" Hiyoko asked, looking at the others strangely.

"Why is that bear talking?" Mikan pried as she walked casually towards the tree.

"When do we get to eat?" Ibuki added.

"Didn't I create you?" Junko asked, squinting thoughtfully at the strutting toy.

"I SAID ENOUGH QUESTIONS!" Monokuma blurted. "It's all very complicated and very, very logical, but you'll just hurt your heads thinking about it. So let me put this simply." He waved a paw around the island's majestic view; all clear and clean, untouched by man. "This island is perfectly deserted apart from you girls. I brought you here, and I am the only way off of here."

"Says you!" Aoi shouted at him, running to the edge of the beach. She gave a readying tug at the shoulder straps of her suit. "Maybe no one told you, but I'm the ultimate swimmer!" She dove gracefully into the water... and was immediately swept away. The tide didn't pull her out or push her in, but instead swept her straight to one side, leaving the busty, tanned girl to flail and shriek as she was forced through a few laps around the island.

"As I was saying, the riptide prevents anyone from coming or going from the island. There's no phones, no purses, no electronic devices. As it stands, I am your god for as long as you stay here!"

"Pretty funny-looking for a god," Chiaki huffed. "This is like that dumb American show."

"So what are you trying to make us do?!" Mahiru demanded. "Worship you?"

"Nothing so extravagant! I have places to be, after all. Sequels, movie deals, and all that. So instead... you'll simply fight to the death for me."

The girls hesitated and looked at the strangers surrounding them, right as Aoi was tossed back onto the shore, wet and sticky with sand. Toko turned with a bounce of long pigtails towards their strange host. "You can't expect us..."

"And why not? I'm the only sure way off this island. And it took a lot of doing to get you all here in one place. It's the least you could do to repay all that hard work. There's no food, no fresh water... only each other to hold you back."

The girls eyed each other grimly. His threats and logic were sinking in as he watched with passive amusement. Sayaka heard the sound of rapid steps on the sand, turning right before Junko tackled into her unannounced. The other girls gasped and jumped to their feet, seeing the threat was real as the bright-haired girl clawed and grabbed at the brunette.

"Just... ugh! Make it easy on yourself!" Junko growled as she tried to get her hands on Sayaka's neck. "Just roll over and die so I can go home!"

Celestia turned to glare at Sonia, making the one piece-wearing princess gasp and run away from the spiral-braided girl in her black bikini. They ran towards the middle of the island before they both suddenly vanished from sight in a puff of sand and leaves.

"Oh, and by the way! There's pit traps littered around the island, so don't try running too far. Otherwise, you'll just end up trapped with your enemy!" Monokuma went on. The shrieks came from within the pit as Celestia clawed at Sonia's face, but the princess grabbed and pulled back on the big braids of her attacker.

Akane tried to get a jump on Kyoko, just to be cut off by Mikan and Mahiru. "There won't be any kind of first aid to heal you when I'm done," giggled Mikan with a crooked grin.

"I'm not about to leave this island as a corpse either!" Mahiru insisted as she lunged for the busty gymnast. Akane sidestepped her and slammed a fist into the redhead's temple, knocking her silly next to her. Mika tackled into Akane instead, knocking her onto her back in the sand. Her tiny bikini didn't offer much cover as the wild-eyed girl's nails gouged into one of Akane's breasts to try to hold her steady. Akane screamed and thrashed, her cries quickly lost among the many shrieks and threats of the crowd of girls.

Peko backed away from her foes warily, hands up and ready to defend herself. Chiaki and Toko moved in on her, trying to outflank the silver-haired girl with her serious expression. "I'm used to fighting enemies with a sword, but..." She clenched her fist readily, but froze as she felt her foot slip.

"Now!" Chiaki and Toko charged for her, the geeky girls trying to double-team her. Peko was quick enough to realize she'd slipped on a pit trap, so she jumped and flipped backward to land on the other side. Chiaki and Toko weren't nearly so careful or graceful, so they immediately fell through the false piece of sand and crashed into the dusty pit together. Chiaki tried to stand up, just to step on Toko's pigtails. The writer paid her back with a yank down of her bikini bottoms, which Chiaki instinctively tried to pull back up. This was interrupted by Toko jamming her claws into the pink-haired gamer's pussy, gouging at the tender flesh and whatever drew out more painful screams from her fellow trap-mate.

Ibuki tried to make easy prey out of Aoi since she was freshly dumped out of the water. The athletic swimmer suddenly charged forward, knocking the knees out from under the punky girl and sending her spilling face first into the sand. Ibuki spat some of the clean, dry sand when Aoi's foot came crashing into the back of her head, making the musician shriek and curl up as the busty tanned girl stomped away at her. "Cheap shot me, will you!? Then you'll be the first to go, you poser punk!" she ranted as she tried to stomp and kick her right through the beach.

Kyoko and Hiyoko were already yanking on each other's long hair, yanking on braids and pigtails and whatever else they could dig their claws into. "That's not going to kill anyone," muttered Mukuro, the girls jumping in surprise as the soldier girl appeared behind them while they were distracted by their own violent squabbling. Mukuro grabbed the base of their necks and spiked their foreheads together, making the detective and dancer fall over with a pair of synchronized shriek. "But that's a start." She turned and stomped a foot down on Kyoko's stomach, grinding her heel into her guts as she screamed and grabbed at Mukuro's heel to try to ease up the pressure. Hiyoko dove at her other leg, desperately afraid of letting the soldier have her way with them. She hugged the slender limb and bit into Mukuro's calf, getting a pained shout as the so-far dominating girl went down. Her two latest victims quickly climbed onto her, trying to overpower her with their numbers as the bikini-clad girls fought savagely to survive.

Peko rushed over to the slashing and thrashing pile that was Sayaka and Junko, throwing a kick into Junko's face. The wild-haired girl flew off her victim of choice with a spray of saliva and blood from her lips where she'd bitten her tongue in the harsh soccer kick. Peko gave the startled and slightly confused Sayaka a brief glance before the swordswoman grabbed the dazed and groaning Junko and dragged her towards the tree by her tangled mass of pink hair. Peko smashed her face roughly into the wood twice, bloodying her nose with the brutal shoves against the hard trunk.

"Oho! Looks like first blood goes to Peko-chan! But can she finish the job?" Monokuma mused out loud. Peko was too caught up in her dirty work to bother listening to him, or to notice the dazed but angry Mahiru grabbing her by her bikini bottoms. Peko pulled away instinctively, but lost her bottoms in the process. She blushed and tried to cover up, but Junko found the moment of clarity in her throbbing head to punch the silvery swordswoman square in her pussy. The otherwise nimble and deadly girl let out a high, pathetic wail and fell right into the sand after that stunning sucker punch.

While Mahiru stood up with the stolen thong in hand, Sayaka grabbed her from behind. The pop star got her arm around the redhead's neck and squeezed as hard as she could. It was no professional chokehold, but it was enough to interfere with the photographer's breathing and trapping her in place. Mahiru grunted and squirmed, but neither was experienced enough to make much headway in strangling or escaping the other girl. The photographer started to kick at Sayaka's legs, the pop star falling to the sand but still holding onto Mahiru's neck. She managed to twist the tomboy's head to one side and drive punches into her tender neck muscles. "Just die already, you stubborn bitch!" Sayaka shouted in her ear.

Mukuro threw a palm strike into Hiyoko's chin, sending the dancer tumbling off of her. The soldier grabbed Kyoko by the cheeks next and gouged her thumbs into her eyes. The silver-haired girl shrieked as she shut her eyes to prevent any real damage, but the pressure still causing a throbbing pain through her skull. Hiyoko rubbed her jaw,  weighing her options before she ran off to leave the two to fend for themselves.

"You're pathetic," Mukuro commented dryly, shifting her position to end up behind the young detective with a chokehold, pressing down on her windpipe. "I have no idea why that creepy bear wasted time bringing you here just for me to kill you so easily..."

She heard a thick crunching noise as Junko punched Peko in the face, sending the swordswoman staggering weakly over them. Mukuro rolled quickly to one side to greedily finish her kill as their own fight went by, but Kyoko felt the movement and threw herself along with it to try to escape. They both felt the ground give way, emitting a sudden cry as they tumbled into the pit trap and landed with a dense, fleshy thump. Kyoko gasped as she felt Mukuro's grip go limp around her, just to look down and see the surprised soldier was knocked silly from the fall, crushed between the hard bottom and Kyoko's back. Rubbing her neck, the detective glared down at her and stomped her heel down just as Mukuro looked up. It broke her nose and cracked her skull hard enough to leave her dead at the bottom of the pit as Kyoko hurried to pull herself back out and into the fight.

"Ooooh! A surprising first point for Kyoko!" chimed Monokuma. "Who could have seen that coming? And against such a dangerous opponent... this may be a real gamechanger, folks!"

Akane twisted beneath the attacking Mikan, finally bending her acrobatic body enough to reach her legs around her head and throw her off. The nurse squeaked in surprise as she was not only removed, but found herself trapped in a vice-like scissor around her throat. She gasped, starting to claw and bite at Akane's thighs to try and escape, but the toned legs gave her little purchase against the hard muscles. "Relax!" Akane hissed at her. "At least you're dying in style! There's boys that would pay good money to be in the position you're in!" The grip was tight, but Mikan was still struggling more than she'd like, so she rolled over until she was not only trapped in the scissor, but her face dunked into the very edge of the wet sand and tide to both choke and drown her.

In one of the other pits, Sonia and Celestia were torn between hurting each other and escaping their hole. Sonia had sat on Celestia's back, pulling back on her hair drills like reins. As soon as she tried to climb back out by digging her fingers into the thicker sand and soil, the gambler just grabbed her bikini bottoms and pulled back down, tearing them off in the process.

"Just let me get out and then I'll help you out next!" Celestia insisted, kicking at Sonia's chest to try to use her breasts as a step stool.

"You absolutely will not! I'm getting out first!" insisted the princess, clawing at her leg and pulling back down on it. They both cringed as a sudden burst of water and sand came down on their heads, leaving them chilly and dirty. "Wha... what was that?" Sonia asked warily.

"By the way!" Monokuma called to the brawling girls who cared to listen. "Little island like this, the tide's nothing normal. It can come and go in and out almost as it pleases!" The two competing girls stared at each other, briefly considering cooperation before they just fought that much harder with each other.

Ibuki was squirming less and less under Aoi's foot

when Peko, reduced to all fours from Junko's low blows and punches, was kicked into her and knocked her off balance. "Hey! Watch it! I was about to finish this bitch off!" Aoi barked at Peko, grabbing her by the bikini top and pulling her up. The top snapped off in her grip, but Aoi shrugged and shoved her back towards the approaching, angry Junko. The pink-haired beauty threw a punch for the dazed Peko's face, but she mustered the strength to duck under it. Junko stumbled out of control towards the water, unable to turn before Peko grabbed her by the hair and bent her over backward. The panicked Junko fell right over and felt a sickening crack from her spine as it landed on Peko's knee, dislocating her back and paralyzing her on the spot.

"AHHHHH! I can't move! I can't walk!" Junko wailed, flailing her arms weakly.

"Good," Peko growled, grabbing her by the hair and throwing her the rest of the way into the ocean. The tide instantly swept her up, and Junko could only stay afloat with a broken back for so long before she vanished under, a few bubbles coming up while Peko watched her last moments before she drowned. She couldn't enjoy it for long before Hiyoko jumped onto her back, arms wrapping around her neck.

Not far off, Mikan finally fell limp between the choking and drowning, the twisted nurse dead between Akane's legs. She checked a pulse quickly, realized she didn't know how to do it very well, and decided she was dead, appreciating the irony of the usefulness of a nurse being around to check. She looked up and saw Aoi finishing her own bout, her heel pressed into Ibuki's windpipe. The mouthy rocker's eyes bulged as her claws got weaker and weaker at Aoi's ankle, but she pulled on the swimmer's leg to bite into her toes. Aoi screamed and recoiled, letting Ibuki roll up to her knees and cough as she held her throat.

Aoi moved to try to finish her again, but the rocker punched her right below the belly button. The tanned and busty girl bent over, holding her tender stomach in surprise as Ibuki leapt onto her, grabbing her by the hair and beating Aoi's skull into the sand. The beach was clean and pure, so it caused a mess more than it hurt as the sand clung to Aoi's dark hair.

"You tried to kill me, you little shit!" Ibuki ranted at her victim. Aoi coughed and kicked at her, but the bouncing of her head was making it hard to see and Ibuki's nails were leaving scratches over her cheeks. Aoi finally got her aim solid enough to grab Izumi by the chest, sneaking her fingers under the punk's top and stabbing her nails into her tit flesh. Ibuki shrieked and tried to pull away, just leaving more pinching scratches on her pale chest.

"I'll try harder this time," Aoi snarled back. Ibuki grabbed the tan girl by her bigger breasts, trying to squeeze back but starting too late to catch up. Ibuki soon tried to pull away, tears in her eyes as she swung her fists wildly at Aoi. The swimmer rose up and slammed her forehead into Ibuki's face, getting a stream of blood to run from the musician's nose. Ibuki fall on her side, sputtering and spitting out blood when she looked up again, just in time to see Aoi stand up and stomp her heel down onto her opponent's throat. Ibuki let out one wet gasp as her windpipe was crushed, twitching a few times before falling utterly limp and lifeless.

Aoi put her hands on her barely-covered hips proudly when Akane suddenly tackled her from behind. "How about a quick dip, you slutty dyke!?" she bellowed, the two splashing down into the waters. They tumbled over each other, big boobs bouncing around like crazy before the tide overcame them, ripping them away into the wildly spiraling course.

"Not agaaaain!" Aoi wailed, flailing around to try to stay afloat. She managed to latch onto Akane's top, tearing it off as she pulled herself into her opponent. "This is your fault, you big ugly cow!"

"Cow!? You're the one with the fat saggy udders here!" Akane attacked her right back, clawing at Aoi's own tanned breasts and top as they were whirled around the island's waters.

Chiaki and Toko still brawled around their pit until Toko caught Chiaki by the hair. "I think your story's gone on long enough," growled the writer, using her grip to drag the gamer girl's face across the rough dirt walls of their trap. It smeared dirt and blood across Chiaki's cheek before she managed to catch her hands on the wall almost almost a full circling of its surface. She turned and slammed her heel into Toko's side, making her release Chiaki and letting her turn all the way around to kick her in the pussy. The writer let out a howl as she fell to her knees clutching her crotch, Chiaki stepping off her face to boost off and manage to catch the edge of the pit, dragging herself back out.

For all her struggling, Mahiru was unable to get herself out of Sayaka's chokehold. The choke was poor enough that it didn't finish her as quickly as the pop star would like, giving Mahiru time to turn herself around and slam her back into the big tree. Sayaka cried out as her back and head hit the hard wood, letting go as Mahiru spun around and punched her across the face. Sayaka nearly fell over when Mahiru caught her by one of her breasts, digging her nails painfully into the soft skin and holding her up as the bikini top fell apart in her grip. The tomboy reporter gripped the top in her angry fist as she started to throw punches rapidly into Mahiru's face, rapidly bruising and bloodying the pop star's pretty features with her knuckles.

"Still think you're hot shit, you little slut!? Let's see how many boys want your pretty little corpse!" Mahiru ranted, caught up in her vengeful bloodlust. She didn't expect Kyoko to pop up from the nearby pit and grab her ankle, pulling the reporter girl back a foot or so from her victim. Mahiru reacted quickly, turning on one foot to kick the young detective in the jaw and send her flopping back into her pit trap. She looked back up to find Sayaka waiting for her with a broken-off branch, smashing the redhead across the face. Mahiru fell to her knee, but rolled aside from a second swing of the flimsy club.

Mahiru yanked the simple weapon out of Sayaka's hand and rammed it up between her legs, getting a shriek of pain from her as she clutched her pussy. The pop star awkwardly waddled off, trying to bolt around the tree to escape her wrath and regroup for an attack of her own. Seeing no better chance, Mahiru dropped the stick and removed her own bikini top, trying it together with Sayaka's. When the pop star vanished behind the tree, Mahiru quickly looped the tied together tops around the tree and pulled back hard. While neither of them knew much about strangleholds, Mahiru didn't need to be the ultimate soldier to know how to choke her to death with the wire-like top. Sayaka's head hit the tree, stunning her as she made a few helpless gasping noises from the top gouging into her throat. If anyone noticed the pop star choking to death against the tree, no one stopped it until her lifeless body sagged and pulled down on the makeshift rope.

"We're down to ten, ladies! Love that moxy! Love that bloodlust!" Monokuma chimed. "Who's going to be the one to make it off the island of death?!"

Aoi and Akane were a frantically splashing mess out in the waters, trying to stay up while also trying to push the other down. Aoi dunked Akane under the whipping waters, driving a knee into her face. The water slowed the blow down enough that it didn't knock her out, so Akane pulled down on the ultimate swimmer's leg to bring her under with her. Akane pinched and pulled on her nipples, pulling up to stretch the tan girl's big tits out painfully. Her scream only escaped as a dulled ringing and a burst of bubbles. Akane poked her head back above water for a quick gasp of air, dragging Aoi by the boobs with her. The thrashing swimmer finally burst through the surface for air, Akane punching her in the nose as she did.

"Should have stayed down and saved yourself the trouble!" Akane barked at her.

"YOU should have kept your head under so we don't have to see your ugly face!" Aoi shouted back. She twisted her body to use her swimming expertise to her advantage, moving with the wild tide and repositioning herself for a spin kick to Akane's head. The gymnast stumbled and dipped into the water briefly, but she reached back up and grabbed Aoi by the foot. Akane popped back up to the surface, grabbing both of Aoi's legs in the process. Akane pulled up sharply, flipping the tanned and busty swimmer upside down into the water. Her feet kicked and pulled against Akane's grip, but she just shoved Aoi deeper into the water. With her finally low enough, Akane even started driving her heel into the curvy athlete's crotch. The bubbles of her screams popped up among the foam and froth of the rapids, but she couldn't manage to overturn Akane's drowning hold on her. When Akane was finally tossed back onto the shore (which was notably higher than it was a few minutes ago), it was next to the soggy corpse of Aoi.

The tide was bringing the water and sand into some of the closer pits by now, and Celestia and Sonia were inside one of those holes. Neither was able to make the short climb out with the other clawing and pulling on them, so they both shrieked at the first wave of sea water came down on their heads.

"You fucked us!" Celestia hissed at her. "You screwed this up by holding me back!"

"You're the one who chased me in here, you idiot!" Sonia snapped back, stomping her royal foot on the sand and creating a splash as it hit the slowly rising water. She slapped Celestia across the face and tried to hop up to climb again, the but muddy walls were even harder to grip now.

"If I can't get out, I'm sure as hell not letting you go," Celestia insisted, grabbing Sonia in a bearhug from behind. The princess shrieked and started to claw at her arms and kicked at her legs in a panic.

"You stupid... you'll drown us both!" she barked at the gambling girl. When she still didn't let go, the dainty blonde twisted and smashed her elbow into the braided girl's jaw. Celestia let out a thick grunting noise, holding her face as she let go to nurse her bitten tongue and split lip. Sonia wasted no time in turning around, the water up to their knees as she grabbed the brunette by the throat and pushed her by it into the walls of their trap. Celestia gagged and squirmed, clawing at Sonia's wrists. She tried to kick at her, but the growing water took away most of her momentum. All it did was scrape her toenails across Sonia's legs, and the princess with her death glare and grit teeth made her immune to any such puny attacks. Even Sonia's fists beating on her arms didn't do anything to deter the enraged princess from choking the life out of her foe in order to survive.

The pit finally filled up, allowing the tide to move beyond it. Sonia came floating out of it, paddling onto the shrinking main island as she let go of the makeshift raft that was Celestia's floating corpse.

Hiyoko was still struggling to get a good grip on Peko, the silver-haired girl turning and thrashing to keep the dancer barely hanging onto her back. When she slowed for a moment, Chiaki suddenly jumped on Hiyoko's back. While it distracted Peko's attacker, it also doubled the weight she had on her back. Peko could only stagger a few more steps before she collapsed beneath her two opponents, becoming an unwilling human battlefield for the two clawing and fighting girls.

Hiyoko scratched across Koyoko's Chiaki's breast, leaving several bright red claw marks and tearing her top off with it. The fresh wounds stung from all the sand and salt water around them. Chiaki punched her in the stomach, but the dancer still pounced at her to try to tackle her to the ground. Chiaki held her ground by digging her knees into the sand (or rather, one into the sand and one into Peko's stomach). When Hiyoko looked back up at her, the gamer girl punched her in the face to send her stumbling flat onto her back. Unfortunately for the pinned Peko, this put the dancing girl's butt right into her face; not enough to smother her out, but enough to humiliate the swordswoman. Chiaki hopped onto her downed opponent, grabbing Hiyoko's wrists and pinning them to the sand.

Hiyoko growled and squirmed, but she was effectively sandwiched between the two other fighters. "So what?! You let go of me for a second and I will end you, geek!" Hiyoko threatened, spraying spittle from her mouth. "How are you planning to finish me without your hands?!"

Chiaki glared back at her for a moment before she lunged forward, opening her mouth wide and biting into Hiyoko's throat. She clamped down but didn't pull, not confident that she'd have the jaw strength to rip her throat right out. She was, however, sure that she could bite down on Hiyoko's windpipe long and hard enough to strangle her with her mouth. The dancer tried to scream and pull free, but she was stuck in place by Chiaki's hands and body, and the scream was blocked by her grinding teeth. She gasped and wheezed pathetically, clawing at the sand for any way to drag herself to freedom and safety, staring wide-eyed at the savagely attacking Chiaki. The gamer just dug her nails into Hiyoko's tits for a better grip, keeping her pinned like a she-wolf in place until the life left her eyes and she couldn't feel a heartbeat any longer.

Chiaki lifted her head back up, drooling from her extended bite as she breathed heavily, looking with a twisted pride at her kill... just before Peko shove Hiyoko's body off of her and punched the gamer in the face.

With Sayaka dead on the other side of the tree, Mahiru turned to look with concern at the water. There were fewer girls, which was taking up less space, but the rising tide was moving it closer to them as it ate up the sand.

"Watch where you're looking!" Kyoko barked, right as she tackled into Mahiru's side. The redhead went down with a pain jolting through her ribs, the detective pounding her fists wildly onto her downed opponent. Mahiru tried to roll one way, then the other, with the second attempt thumping Kyoko's head against the tree. Mahiru tried to rise up to her feet and stomp her, but the pain in her ribs made her wince just by getting to her knees. She needed a minute to regain her breath and focus on ignoring the pain, but there wasn't any way she'd get past Kyoko long enough without just attracting the other girls. She saw the only way away from them... was up. She reached up and caught a branch, deciding the ache of climbing was going to be better than continuing to fight the other survivors.

"Hey! You're not getting away that easy," growled the dizzied Kyoko, grabbing another branch just below Mahiru and giving chase.

Sonia came rushing across the sand, looking to ambush Chiaki and Peko when she suddenly jerked to a stop and fell on her butt. Toko had managed to poke her upper half out of her pit trap, grabbing Sonia by the edge of her bikini bottoms.

"Ahh! Let go, you perv!" she cried, wriggling and trying to break free without properly losing her bottoms, even if her ass was already sticking well out of it. She looked up to realize that Akane had noticed their struggle and charged right for them. Sonia squeaked and make a split-second decision to bail on the situation, diving for cover and avoiding Akane's kick. It did end up with Sonia stepping around out of her hanging bottoms, the princess' bare ass sticking up in the air while Akane was left to kick Toko in the head by mistake (not that Akane objected at all).

Toko landed back at the bottom of her pit, the sea water rushing in more rapidly as the tide rose even higher. "Hey! Get me out of here!" she barked, but the girls naturally ignored her angry demands.

Akane smirked down at her before looking over to the waves, noticing that they were eating up more and more of the island now. She looked up to see Kyoko and Mahiru climbing the tree and took a page from their book. "Later, bitch," she laughed, stomping on the edge of the pit trap. A large clump of the wet sand fell down onto Toko, making her sputter as she was half-buried in the soggy substance. She clawed to try to drag herself out, hoping she could still make it out in time to get her payback. She saw Sonia peek over the edge of the pit, waving her hand and about to shout at her to help her... just to realize she was still waving around the princess' bikini bottoms. Sonia gave another few stomps at the edge of the pit, dumping even more sand over Toko until it covered her face. Her hands grabbed and clawed above the surface for a few seconds until some dry, sputtering coughs came muffled from inside and her hands fell limp, smothered out by the sand.

Peko bashed Chiaki in the face again, knocking her clean off of her own body. The swordswoman tried to charge her, but the downed Chiaki grabbed a handful of sand (even though she would have preferred a rock) and threw it into Peko's face. The pigtailed fighter cried out, her eyes watering from the faceful of salty sand, but Chiaki decided to leave the water to deal with her while she started up the tree.

Peko lost track of Chiaki as she vanished up the tree, but she caught the moving blur of Sonia as she tried to reach it as well. Peko grabbed for her, just to catch her by the back of her swimsuit. "Not agaiiin!" the princess moaned, managing to kick Peko in the stomach and break free. This too cost her the bikini top, allowing her to scramble naked up the tree behind the rest of the girls. Peko was left stumbling back, holding half a swimsuit as she fell back into the water. The whirling waters tossed her around, with Peko barely able to stay above the water at times. The water's edge soon reached the tree itself, with Peko diving to try to catch a branch... just for the tide to whip her to one side and smash her skull against the base of the hard trunk. Peko gave a soft gasp before falling limp, unable to keep herself afloat as the water swallowed her up.

Mahiru kept a slight head start on the rest of them, kicking at branches and Kyoko's fingers to slow them down. "Quite the view up here!" boasted an obnoxious voice above her. She glared up at Monokuma, who sat with his legs crossed at the highest branch of the tree. He'd hurried up there some time ago when the tide started coming in, acting as if he'd been waiting patiently for them.

"Shut up, you stupid... thing!" Mahiru snapped at him, stomping a branch off the tree to pelt Kyoko with bark and twigs. Some got into Kyoko's eyes as she shrieked and lost her grip, falling down into the next-highest girl. Her weight slammed right into Chiaki, the two of them smashing through some of the thinner branches and bouncing painfully off the thicker ones before they splashed into the water. The two struggled briefly, clawing at each other to try to boost their way back up the tree. They were too busy fighting each other to make any real headway, and the whirlpool growing around the tree tossed them in opposite directions. The screaming, cursing fighters made a few forced laps around the island's last landmark before they smashed into each other, bare breasts crushed together before they both grabbed onto the other, trying to float but too weak to keep from sinking into the depths.

Akane found herself in a tight spot, or one slightly worse than she one she'd been in for the last half hour or so. She was caught with Mahiru above her, kicking and stomping at her face and tits as she tried to climb and escape the rising tide. Sonia was right below her, catching up to her slow ascent and grabbing at her legs and hips for balance. With fewer branches the higher up they got, Akane found herself with Sonia digging her nails into her butt as a handhold.

Akane finally got high enough to grab for Mahiru. The redhead pulled her leg back, avoiding being snatched herself, but Akane's real target was the branch she was standing on. She pulled down hard on it, and Mahiru heard a heart-stopping crunch as her only foothold vanished. She screamed as she fell from the peak of the tree, grabbing for branches but going too fast to stop. She caught Sonia by her foot to stop herself, almost tugging the princess right off with her. Mahiru pulled herself up beside her, biting into Sonia's foot like it was just another handhold. Sonia shrieked and stomped on her head, all while trying to avoid Akane's own kicking foot. Mahiru managed to drag herself up, diving with a murderous look in her eye. Sonia managed to grab another branch and swing herself over there instead, leaving Mahiru's own lunge to send her tumbling off the tree. The branches scratched and hammered her on the way down, bruising her up before she crashed into a thick enough branch to catch herself, winded and far below the others, but still in the fight.

Akane reached a point in the tree where she had some space to move, but Sonia became level with her a few feet off. Akane kicked Sonia in the breasts, getting a grunt from  the pretty blonde. Sonia hooked her arm on another branch to steady herself and swung a kick up into Akane's naked crotch, her own bottoms torn away by various clawing, branches and strong tides.

"Get off! Just die!" Sonia screamed at her as Akane tried to protect herself. When Sonia just leaned in and clawed at her, the tanned gymnast saw no reason left to defend and punched the princess in the belly.

"Go to hell with the rest of those dirty skanks!" Akane snarled. She scratched Sonia across the face, leaving bloody streaks with her nails. Sonia just grabbed the trunk of the tree and kicked into Akane's legs, sending her off balance and tumbling off of her branch. Sonia grinned with pride at her clever strike, but Akane finally had a place to use her gymnastics. She caught a branch right below her, using it to spin back up. Rather than sitting back on her branch, she used the momentum to do a spinning kick right into Sonia's pussy.

The blonde gasped and clutched her crotch, crossing her legs in a way that happened to hang on tight to her branch. Akane climbed onto the same limb as her, punching Sonia in the face while the princess slapped back at her. The jiggling gymnast went blow for blow with her a while the two aching, angry, and terrified girls throwing everything they had at each other. Sonia eventually dove in to sink her teeth into Akane's tit, grinding the soft flesh in her jaws. The tanned girl screeched in pain, trying to pull back while beating her fists on the teary-eyed Sonia's head.

"Let go, you royal cunt!" Akane demanded, but the princess was locked on like a pit bull. Akane reached down to dig her nails into her open pussy lips, scratching at her twat as Sonia moved her hand between her legs to match her. It was becoming clear they were at a bitter stalemate, and it would be whoever got lucky first. Akane was in better shape in terms of her fitness, but she had been fighting and swimming much more than Sonia was, the princess secluded in a smaller brawl inside her pit trap for most of the fight.

"Spoiled little shit!" Akane growled as she dug her thumbnail into Sonia's clit.

"Cow-titted cunt!" Sonia howled back, even the petite girl's face twisted in pain and fury. Akane tried to shove her off of her breast, almost surprised when it worked. Sonia slid back, the branch leaving some splinters in her thighs that she had to ignore for now. Her back hit the trunk of the tree, stinging her spine but she used it to brace herself for her next attack. Akane tried to pounce on her to throw her off once again, but Sonia kicked out with both feet at once.

Akane grunted, falling back but lunging over to grab Sonia in a bearhug. Sonia freed a hand to shove and claw at the gymnast's face, but their combined weight proved to be too much for the branch they were using as balance. It cracked loudly and dumped them down, crashing through what few branches remained on the tree. They were too busy trying to end the other before they landed to grab onto anything, and even when one snagged a branch, they were just pulled down by the other fighter's weight.

They only stopped when something caught Akane by the hair, only to realize it was Mahiru. She clearly struggled to hold up the two girls by a fistful of hair, but she wanted to see them suffer before they got their bitter end. "I told you I'd be the only one left," she hissed at them, the two girls desperately grabbing for the branch that the freckled girl hugged onto. The awkward angle made it too hard to reach, but Sonia was able to reach Mahiru's arm. She grabbed on and dug her nails into her forearm, getting a scream from her. Mahiru tried to recoil, but Akane caught her other arm and pulled. The two were determined to bring her down with them, more concerned with killing her than genuinely winning the fight.

The three remaining girls fell screaming the rest of the way into the water. Their hands grabbed and left a few desperate scratches over the tree's bark, but the violently whipping seawater saw that they gagged and drowned, sinking under its fierce tide.

Monokuma peeked curiously from his perch at the top of the tree. "Hmm. I didn't see that coming. So eager to kill that they forgot to save themselves, I suppose. Ah well. More leg room for me on the helicopter."