Patron Reward: Fantasy Feud

A two-month pileup of a fic for a high-class donor. In a future where the fantasy kingdoms went to war and good conquered evil, the evil kingdom tries to rally up a rebellion. Then their natural tendencies towards treachery come back up and they end up fighting each other instead of their common enemy out of greed and paranoia in one big interspecies catfight.

Long ago, the many species of Galora united for the sake of peace. Humans, elves, centaurs, fairies and others joined into a fair and just kingdom that waged war with the forces of evil. While the battle was epic and long, the side of good triumphed. Being the fair and merciful people that they were, they did not slaughter their enemies. Those that would respect their laws were allowed to live and allowed to keep their kingdoms, though they were moved into close contact with one another to keep an easy eye on them.

Some feared the evil races would one day unite and overthrow their righteous conquerors. As time went on, it became clear that they would never grow so organized. Their treacherous and violent cultures never allowed them to form anything resembling cooperation or unity.

Centuries went by. The War of Good and Evil was now a few pages in history books and a few entries on Intellictualmemes.com. The struggle with the forces of evil was a joke among the kind and enlightened citizens of Galora’s thriving modern cities.

The dark forces tended to disagree. While the elves guided fair and balanced laws and dwarves ran clean and prosperous farms, the evil races were too busy hating and attacking each other to do themselves any good. Their kingdoms had grown into massive slums and ruins where thieving goblins and bitter demons couldn’t help but glare and point the blame at one another for hundreds of years. It left the darker side of Galora volatile and dangerous at best.

The closest that they had was the all-female protest that the creatures had assembled. It had the airs of a feminism protest, but only under the most cursory of glances. The female goblins, drow, duergar, orcs and demons gathered to voice their outrage at their ancient banishment and mistreatment, but there was nothing unified about it. Each of them was there for herself. The fact that they had refused any assistance from the men of their species was mostly so that they could increase their personal odds of moving up in society by only including about half of their species. 

The assembled creatures shouted and complained but couldn’t even organize themselves into deciding on a single chant. The few news teams that arrived to hear them out and cover the controversy had trouble figuring out what it was they even wanted until one angel reporter approached with her microphone.

“Excuse me, but who’s in charge of all this?” she asked. “We’re looking to take a statement…”

That simple question was all it was to spark the chain reaction that ran through the crowd. A drow in jean shorts and a too-small t-shirt sporting a spider made of glitter leaned in front of her and snatched up the mic.

“Dilua Shadowbite here,” she announced proudly. “I’m the brains behind all this, and I’m tired of my people getting fucked over! I didn’t do anything wrong and I’m still stuck in this slum!”

Before her rant could gain much momentum, a lean orcish young woman elbowed her out of the way.

“Who the fuck are you!? You’re not behind this! This is about me and mine. My ancestors were strong warriors and if people are triggered by that, I can’t help it! Orc pride!”

“Fuck that!” A long-haired goblin hopped up from beneath her and plucked the microphone from her hands. “I’m Jeggy, the real brains and the real needy person here. At least you sluts are tall and strong. A shortstack needs a leg up, cuz I can’t get a half-decent burger in this town…”

“What are you talkin’ about!?” Another goblin interrupted her angrily. Even the members of the same species couldn’t get along long enough to make a point. “I can easy! That’s just cuz you can’t cook! What about gettin’ us a car I can drive without a booster seat?!”

“Give that back, you dumbass slime skanks!” The drow Dilua grabbed at them angrily, the slim dark elf clawing for the mic. A squabble quickly broke out as the angel wisely floated back away from the struggle and their protest-turned-riot devolved into a chaotic brawl.

Jeggy wrestled for the mic before she elbowed the drow in the groin. She groaned loudly and cupped her crotch as the goblin tried to make a break for it, just to get grabbed by the arm. A duergar turned her around, the dark-skinned dwarf’s eyes glowing like the flames of two miniature forges.

“At least leave the mic, swamp brain!” the curvy little woman snapped as she slapped the goblin in the face.

“You can’t tell me what to do! Don’t you need to go shave or something, mountain tits?” Jeggy growled back.

Any political pretense about the protest fell apart as their united front turned in on itself. An orc shoved a drow out of her way to get closer to the one means of addressing the public eye, just for another orc to shoulder-check her out of the way. A goblin jumped on her back and pulled out a chunk of hair as the report turned from covering a protest to witnessing an uncontrollable brawl among the evil races.

The idea of violence and treachery were enough to draw the entire crowd of dark creatures into violence. A pair of dark elf prostitutes off to one side seized the opportunity to turn on each other without even getting too close to the microphone. One of the scantily clad drow grabbed her fellow streetwalker by her long and ashen-white hair, yanking hard enough that her high heels went clacking across the pavement as she stumbled. She bent over in her tight-fitting shorts and tube top, an outfit she had worn to try and draw attention to herself over any actual cause (or whatever they were protesting; she really wasn’t paying attention).

“You fucking spider-skank!” Izrel snapped, throwing a low punch into her attacker’s pussy. The offensive drow grunted and crossed her slender legs.

“AW! You nasty cunt!” she hissed back, but Izrel got her by the hair and shoved her into a row of trash cans. They collapsed noisily around her, spilling trash over the shocked and disgusted dark elf. The white-haired beauty wasn’t afraid to wade into the garbage and grab one of the emptied cans’ lids, raising and smashing it over her rival’s head.

A tall red demon slugged an orc in the jaw, sending her head and one of her fangs flying. She shook her long dark hair away from her back-curled horns, sneering with her full lips and sharp teeth.

“Thought you orcs were fighters!” she mocked as she drove a fist into her stomach. 

The red woman heard a noisy tearing sound and a tugging on her legs as two goblin sisters pounced on her lower body. They clawed and ripped down her cargo pants, and as they fell off the half-naked demoness they glared at each other. They clearly weren’t committed to even working within their own family as the goblins tossed away her shredded pants and tackled each other, the curvy shortstacks scratching and kicking at each other all the way.

“Bitch, she was mine!” the bluish green goblin with messy hair cursed at her sibling. She pulled on her longer hair and shook her head around before bouncing it off the pavement a few times in a row.

“Ow! I was gonna take her down ‘til you screwed it up!” the second sister hissed. She grabbed and bit one of the hands grabbing her hair, getting a shriek from the short-haired goblin. She pulled her hands back as the tables were turned and the long-haired sister piled on top of her. She turned and sat on her sister’s face, burying it up her skirt as her stubby nose was forced up her panties and ass.

The pantsless demon was promptly tackled by Kara Nightforge, an aggressive duergar that worked at the local pawn shop. Red and black intermingled as they struggled with each other. The duergar were short but very solidly-built creatures. The demoness managed to stay standing by height alone for a while, but Kara’s short size also allowed her the perfect height to punch the big devil in the pussy. A couple solid uppercuts and the demon dropped to her knees, her mouth gawking open as she clutched her crotch.

“Steal my thunder will ya?” the dark dwarf snarled as she grabbed the devil by the horns. She turned and swung her head by them to slam her head into a fire hydrant, knocking her out cold at her feet before grabbing at another goblin to vent her frustrations on.

Not far off, Grusha the orc had grabbed a goblin by the ears. The short and curvy creature squealed as the brownish-green brute of a beauty lifted her off her feet by the pointed lobes and shook her in mid-air.

“Might as well make it a proper riot!” she snarled as she lifted the scrambling goblin over her head.

“No no no noooo!” the shortstack squealed, but Grusha ignored her and hurled her through a nearby shop’s window. The curvy little critter crashed through the glass and went bouncing through the store’s interior.

Grusha didn’t have long to admire her handiwork. The noise had caught the attention of a few other monstergirls who started to flood in her direction. Some started to loot but most of them simply took it as a dinner bell in terms of more fights to get into and vent their frustrations. An imp-like demon tackled her leg and bit into her calf muscle, getting Grusha to howl in pain as she fell to the pavement. The two were too busy tangling with each other that they didn’t bother to get out of the way of the incoming crowd. The stomping feet of all sizes kicked and stepped on them as they squealed but were too caught up attacking each other to move.

A drow woman grunted as her big, charcoal-colored tits were smashed against a wall. Her top had been torn off by a clawing demoness, the blue-haired succubus slamming her into the brick wall again. The dark elf grunted as she bounced off and landed on her knees, but she spotted a loose brick left on the ground. 

She quickly palmed it and whirled around, swinging it crack the hunk of stone against her attacker’s skull. It cracked against one of the succubus’ horns, but still had her staggering as she stumbled back on her cloven feet. 

“Eat that, hell bitch!” the drow snapped as she turned and hurled the brick at her. The demoness recoiled instinctively, letting it fly past her as she turned back with a fanged smirk.

“You missed, you dumb-” she started, just for the sitting elf to kick her square in the twat. The succubus gasped and grabbed her groin as the topless drow rose and punched her square in one of her thick breasts. It went bouncing out of her skimpy top, so the drow started to unleash a barrage of punches on her jugs like a pair of jiggly punching bags.

Things started to get ugly as a goblin took a bat to a duergar’s head. She went down hard with a bloody nose as the goblin wielded her improvised weapon with a vengeance. She busted a few knees in before an orc slammed her overpriced combat boots (especially considering how poor she was dressed) into the shortstack’s face. The goblin went down, dropping her bat until a nearby demon picked it back up.

“Prop her legs open,” the horned, purple waitress demanded at the orc. “I’m gonna cram this thing up this swamp slut’s pussy.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” the orc growled before doing it as if it were her own idea. The dazed goblin looked up at the double team and her yellow eyes went wide.

“Wait! Wait, no fair!” she mumbled dizzily. Before she could get them to stop, the demoness swung the bat again. This time she spiked it into the orc’s abs, catching her completely off guard. The muscular beauty stumbled and clutched her belly as the demon took another swing and cracked across her thick jaw.

“Like I’d team up with a tusker!” the demonic thug snarled. Her triumphant betrayal was short-lived as a pair of duergar tackled her from out of sight. The short but stocky women drove her down against the pavement and tore at her top. They exposed her purple tits before sinking their teeth into her hard nipples, getting the demoness to shriek in pain. The dark dwarves shoved and clawed at each other even as they seemed to compete over who could cause more suffering on their mutual victim.

One of the drow tried to rush over and capitalize on the chaos by addressing the news camera herself. That just made her an easy target as a short and slim she-orc grabbed her hair from behind. She yanked the dark elf away from the enviable position with a fistful of hair.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the orc snarled. As aggressive as her move was, the drow still pulled herself free with a brief but painful tear of her silver-colored locks. Being descended from a barbaric warrior race could give Rish a slight edge in a fight, but this was over a dozen generations later. The races were not the fighters they used to be, and working at a movie theater didn’t make Rish the most physically dangerous person in town.

The drow threw a few swift punches into the orc’s stomach, bashing the slim and toned belly that was where one might expect a set of abs. Rish grunted as she was battered backward by the winding blows.

“Get your gross green mitts off me, you goony!” the drow snapped, The bitchy black elf reached past her tank top and dug her nails into the ripe green jugs behind it. The tusked woman gave a pained scream.

“You shady little bitch!” Rish howled in pain. Ugly red claw marks marked her green breasts red before she swung a heavy hook across the drow’s face. The sudden and powerful blow blindsided the darker woman, knocking her silly as she dropped to her knees. 

Rish grabbed her by the neck, only for another orcess to come in behind her. She bashed her fellow orc across the back of the head with a loose plank of wood from the alley, knocking her down on top of her drow opponent. The newcomer quickly got to stomping on them both indiscriminately in the chaos of the riot.

Their numbers were dwindling as the brawl got further out of control. None of the ladies involved were especially strong, but they were opportunistic and bitter. This led to plenty of sneak attacks, low blows and ganging up and then betraying said gang that were taking the participants out quickly. 

Gizz the pink-haired goblin snatched a trash can lid and beat her duergar neighbor unconscious with it, she glanced up at the remaining participants. Less than a dozen of the girls were still in fighting shape, and even they were sprinkled with scratches and bruises across their variously colorful skins.

The goblin dashed back into the fray, diving into a tackle in the back of a demoness’ legs. The lean, blue-skinned woman gasped as her knee gave out and she crumbled to all fours on the pavement.

“How’s it feel bein’ on my level, skank!?” Gizz snapped as she jumped on her back. 

“Shut up, you trash-eating goober!” the demon shouted back. 

She reached up and pulled on Gizz’s hair, tugging frantically to try and hurl her off. She managed to rip out a few tufts of pink as the goblin winced and ducked down to avoid the blue woman’s snatching claws. 

So long as she was pressed chest to back with the bent over demon, Gizz reached past her torso and buried her nails into her random rival’s tits. The blue woman broke into a shrill scream as the goblin tore into her top, ripping away fabric until she was scratching and slashing at her naked tits.

“FUCK! Fuck, you tiny piece of shit!” the demoness screamed. 

She started to buck and roll around as Gizz held on tighter to her new handholds, crushing her nipples in between her nails. She bit into the demon’s pointed ear for good measure, but that just gave the demon a better grasp of where she was. She was still wailing in pain as she reached back and raked her nails over Gizz’s face.

“AGH! Watch the fuckin’ makeup!” Gizz ranted. 

She pulled her hands back from her opponent’s chest, just to bury them into the demon’s hair instead. With a firm shove, she slammed the demoness’ face into the pavement. Dark blood splashed from her pointed nose as her eyes rolled back. The goblin gave her head one more bash for good measure, making sure she was out before wading on into the crowd.

Another duergar grunted as a short-haired drow called Vina kicked her in the belly. The short and curvy dwarf held her stomach in pain as the white-haired brawler grabbed her by her thick and fiery red hair.

“Don’t go even lower, shortstack,” Vina snapped as she pulled her hair and yanked her upright. “Then I can’t hit you with these!”

She accented her last declaration with a sharp knee to the duergar’s nose. It rattled the dark dwarf’s brain as she tumbled over onto her back. Vina planted her knee on one of her tits, squashing it out of shape as the dwarf winced and whined from the crushing pressure on her jugs. 

While the duergar struggled to breathe, it only got worse as Vina leaned over and started strangling her with her bare hands. She kicked and gagged beneath the assailing elf, left drooling over herself as she was choked out. The drow’s hands remained locked around her neck, and while she wasn’t trained enough to really kill her, she soon had the dwarf short enough on breath to simply pass out underneath her.

“Close enough,” Vina scoffed as she turned towards the remaining fighters.

“Close enough,” Vina scoffed as she turned towards the remaining fighters.

Saren the orc traded blows with another of her kind, slapping and pulling at each other’s hair in a way that would had their warrior and evil conqueror ancestors shaking their heads. They were the least of their concerns as they engaged in their petty catfight about who got to be on the news.

Saren worked at the docks, which gave her the small advantage of some actual practical muscle. She wasn’t much for technique, but she could still bury a hard punch into her latest opponent’s stomach. She was thickly built with short, crimson hair that blended in with the bleeding elf bite she had on one ear.

The opposing orc swung at Saren but she dodged around her. The attacking brunette whiffed as the clumsy punch sent her staggering into a nearby parking meter. She gave a shrill grunt as her fist connected with the sturdy metal, getting her to recoil in pain.

“Hold still and take it like an orc,” the brunette hissed as she nursed her knuckles.

“Too bad you take it like an elf!” Saren snapped back. 

She grabbed the long black hair and stepped aside, shoving her opponent’s face into the parking meter. There was a noisy clank as the orc’s thick skull bounced off the metal, rattling the change inside the meter as well as her brains. The brunette’s eyes crossed and her thick nose and lips started to bleed, but Saren kept slamming her a few more times until she completely ragdolled at her feet. The redhead gave her one more kick to the ribs for good measure, venting her spite before stepping over her like an old rug.

Another dark elf and demon were clawing at each other near an alleyway when the drow’s eyes suddenly went wide with shock. The demoness looked confused as she crumbled to her knees, falling off the fist of a duergar that had smashed into her groin. The black-skinned and copper-haired dwarf took advantage of the momentary confusion and headbutted the demon in the twat, getting a shrill cry from her as well.

“Not my fault you overgrown stretchers are at perfect punching height,” Murela laughed.

The gawking demoness dropped to her knees in front of the smirking dwarf.

“More than ever, now,” she boasted.

She bashed the pink demon across the jaw. It rocked the horned woman’s head to one side before bashing her back in the other, leaving her head spinning from Murela’s beating. It was easy for the duergar to tear open her cheap and tiny top, her bright pink tits bouncing out into the open.

The grinning dwarf couldn’t help but grab one of her tits, squeezing it roughly while she beat on the other one like a fleshy punching bag. The demoness shrieked and shivered from the pain on her tits, pulling and clawing on the duergar’s wrists. While the shorter of the two, the dwarf was clearly stronger as her grip went unbroken. One more firm headbutt to the forehead knocked the demon silly, and a thick workboot to the cunt got her to gag and fall flat on her face.

A slender but chesty red succubus caught a goblin by the hair. She pulled her back against her body and bit into her neck, getting a panicked shriek from the green shortstack. She elbowed the demon in the tits a few times, but Crula withstood the blows even as they knocked her hefty tits out of her top. She pulled her head back and spit out the mouthful of blood before kicking the goblin in the back. She fell flat on her face, only cushioned by her tits as the demoness stepped on her back, grinding her heel into it as she scoured the battlefield.

Only one of each of the major evil races were left standing. The drow, orc, goblin, duergar and demon stared each other down, seeming to have forgotten the point of their being there even as the cameras rolled over the violent brawl.

They waded around the bodies to go after each other as quickly as they could. Vina the drow and Crula the succubus caught up to each other quickly, tearing into each other’s hair and tops. They had started clawing up each other’s naked tits when Gizz the goblin pounced on the distracted drow, biting her fangs into Vina’s juicy ass.

As the drow shrieked and looked back, the succubus gladly took advantage and punched her in the face. The drow tripped over Gizz and started to kick and struggle with the goblin as the others caught up. Murela tackled Crula’s knees from behind, knocking the demoness to the ground. They’d barely landed as Saren had the same idea, throwing the dwarf off her target by the hair. The she-orc sat her thick ass on Murela’s face, smothering the dark dwarf in her meaty cheeks as she shouted muffled objections.

Gizz and Vina tumbled over each other, their mismatched sizes making their struggle awkward to maintain. The drow pulled on Gizz’s hair, banging her broad green head on the street. The red-eyed goblin hissed in pain and thrust her hand down Vera’s pants, sinking her claws into the bare flesh of her pussy. The dark elf howled in pain, stiffening up for a moment before she twisted her body into an elbow drop on her face. The goblin grunted, struck dumb before the drow grabbed her by the throat. She hurled the goblin recklessly into some nearby trash cans before turning back to the rest of the struggle.

The demon and orc were kicking and cursing at each other. The orc remained on top of the duergar, smothering the dwarf with her ass as Crula stepped on her like she wasn’t even there. The orc finally stood up as she felt Murela go limp, throwing an uppercut into Crula’s tit. She gasped as her naked jug flew out of her top, just to send a swift kick to the orc’s tender green cunt. Saren grunted hard and doubled over, letting the succubus slam her knee up into her attacker’s tits. Saren gave a shrill gasp before the demon grabbed her by the hair, smashing her face into the nearby telephone pole and knocking her out cold.

Vina and Crula faced each other with bitter glares. Their black and red skins were glistening with sweat but they forced themselves to lunge at each other out of instinctive hatred more than logic.

“Backstabbing slut!” Crula accused as she slapped the near-naked drow across the tits. They dark jugs bounced as she winced and struck back with a backhand to the demon’s face.

“Ugly hellspawn bitch!” Vina snapped back as they latched onto each other, rolling over each other as they fell to the pavement. They tore out painful handfuls of hair, catballing across the road as the drow bit into the demon’s tit. The succubus hissed and shoved her away, just to knee in her the cunt as payback. Their mutually painful clawing and kicking went on tumbling over the moaning bodies of their fallen protesters. Their rolling went on until they fell underneath a high truck parked on the side of the road. In the shade of the vehicle, they both got the same idea at once. They shoved on each other’s hair, pushing them back so that Vina’s head cracked against the pavement. At the same time, Crula’s bashed under the truck, knocking them both out as they collapsed against each other in an unconscious, nearly-naked heap.

The only good news was they still got on the news. The Galoran news network aired the footage of the violent brawl that broke out on the streets of the eastern cities. The exact reason behind the fight was lost in the chaos, which the news spun as an outcry for the continued peace and cooperation among the forces of good.