Pairs of Pumpkins

Pairs of Pumpkins 13: Pridemoon's Pride and the Problematic Prickvixens

Part 2 of 3

Warning: The middle section is sex-free and follows the brawl between busty adventuress Portia Pridemoon and her twin daughters.

Chapter 5

With a breathless grunt, Titania squatted then leaned back enough to lift her mother off the ground.

Portia hated being lifted off the ground.

Her feet kicked wildly before her as an instinct then she wound them behind her, up between her daughter's thighs until her ankles touched her rump. She hunched far forward, throwing off Titania's balance then swung her legs high above her head with a forceful kick in reverse, leaning back hard. The back of her skull crashed into her attacker's muzzle and the shift in weight had her staggering.

That's when the brigand vixen should have let her mother go. Instead, she tried to recover both herself and Portia's impressive, jiggling mass.

Holding her knees up, mashed into her breasts, Portia pulled her elbows tight to secure Titania against her back then chopped her heels down like an ax. In a singular motion, she doubled over her torso, throwing their balance forward enough to plant her feet. The silent vixen released her but was too late: she'd lifted off the ground and onto her mother's back with both arms seized.

With a few steps, she carried her squirming attacker before lunging to buck her off, flinging her right into her observing sister and knocking both twins to the ground.

Freed now, Portia dropped into a squat fighting stance, one that would have ripped her skirt if there'd been more of it left. She drew one of the blackjacks strapped to her thighs into each hand.

Titania rolled off her twin and the two leapt to their feet in tandem kippups, with grace defiant of their heavy chests and broad hips. The two spread out, trying to surround her again. "Look! She brought her own dildo!"

"Do you have pussies under those bloated spermtanks?"

Tatiana shook her head. "Just boy bits from the waist down. Dicks that'll feel much nicer inside you than blades."

"I guess this is going up your ass then!"

Still grinning a predator's smile, Titania lunged with her spear in one-hand, twisting sideways for maximum reach but Portia swatted it away with both blackjacks. The attack was direct but weak and slow, clearly more of a test. She chuckled as she pulled back the weapon with a twirl.

"We're more givers than takers," Tatiana said as she drew her sword.

She sheathed one blackjack back into her thigh strap while stepping past her quarterstaff. She rolled it on top of her foot then kicked it up into her empty left hand. "Oh, you two don't fuck each other when there's no pretty girls passing through? What a waste."

"Didn't I say we're sisters?" Tatiana sneered and gave the blade a spin before readying it. She slurped her spit once more, then wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

Portia shrugged and her daughters winced in disgust.

"You're a sick bitch, aren't you?"

"It'll be lonely in prison. You may want to reconsider!" With that, she leapt forward, jostling and took a one-handed swing of the staff at Titania's ankles.

The pointy-eared prickvixen jumped with such grace and dexterity as if unseen hands lifted her, tucking her feet high until her erection slapped against her blouse and whatever stiff armor was beneath it. Her knees followed, crashing into breasts with an ease that showed she was much more flexible than her curves suggested.

Portia twirled another revolution, this time swinging right at her head. Titania melted into a crouch and jabbed her spear at her thighs. Her mother bowed her posture mid-spin, slipping the attack and the thrust went behind her, just above her tail. Her next rotation clacked the spear with her staff, wedging it against her spine to pry it from her.

The cocky smile remained as the silent sister lurched in a circle, half-chasing and half-pulled as it spun away and wound up on Portia's other side, still armed. Watching, she kept the spear pinned and hopped in closer to high-kick her square in the muzzle, with all the force of her strong, thick thigh.

Titania recoiled nearly as much as she was propelled, leaving the spear and a gush of blood in her wake. She wasn't smiling anymore.

Portia slipped her arms behind her daughter's pole arm, holding it in the small of her back by her elbows while she held the staff in one hand and the blackjack in the other, hooked around to secure them both against the bottom of her bare breast, parallel to the spear.

She spun to face an advancing Tatiana, aiming the tips of both weapons at her, then shook her loose ponytail back over her shoulder.

"I bet she's thought about it," Portia's head and tail motioned back to Titania. "Your dumper's not so bad yourself, sister or not."

The mouthy daughter lunged and jabbed her blade once, then twice, while Portia twisted back and forth to swat away the attacks with the extra reach of the long shafts, unrestrained breasts swinging wildly behind each move. The younger vixen advanced but her elder did not withdraw and after the second, her sword was too close to stab again. Another sharp twist of her mother's body slapped the side of her daughter's head with her sister's seized spear.

For the lanky version of a curvaceous vixen, Tatiana was fast. Her free hand snatched the end of the spear, which her mother took as an opportunity to whack the other side of her head with the staff. She relaxed her blackjack arm just enough to pull it tight again and with a flick of her wrist, cracked the elbow of her blade hand to a yelp of shock and pain.

With both her attacker's arms accounted for, she spun and high-kicked, her thigh flexed to it's thickest as it connected. Tatiana staggered back with a bloody nose to match her sister's and one ill-fitted shoe flew off to chase her. With a few steps of backpedaling, she caught herself and remained upright.

Portia lifted the sword with her foot and lobbed it away then turned to Titania who coiled her legs to kippup again. Focused on the fight now, her daughters were nearly back in action but not yet. Seizing the opportunity, she charged. The spear fell away as she leapt feet first with a battle cry, timed as her daughter's spine left the ground in trust of momentum.

The younger vixen's face appeared over the shelf of her bosom, wide-eyed at the incoming attack just before being caught mid-air by a two-footed kick into the bottom of her breasts. Her interrupted trajectory sent her sprawling again, her back and rump dragged over the bare dirt of the road. Portia planted the landing on Titania's stomach with a wobble but recovered and leapt to safety by kicking off.

With a twirl, she spun out of her remaining shoe to face them both, pulling her elbows in again to secure the aftershocks through her heavy bosom.

Seeing her waiting with a wagging tail and a coy grin creeping over her face, the twins stood up without the flashy martial arts moves and their eyes searched around for their weapons.

Chapter 6

"I suspect this isn't how your fights usually go?" Portia slipped the other blackjack back into her leg band then leaned on her staff faux-casually, swishing her tail. "Beat up by a single, naked woman?"

Both girls glared with raised hackles. When Tatiana wasn't running her mouth and their hands were empty, telling them apart was harder. Light blouse, dark hair, spear, and silence was Titania. Tatiana was dark blouse, hair like her own, sword, sass, and a brat.

Their eyes stole away to locate their weapons on the group, suspicious of the space and time she allowed them. The light-bloused one huffed and pushed back her hair and ears while her sister narrowed her eyes, locked with her mother as she stepped over to her blade. They both had bloody noses. Light blouse had a bloody mouth, which had dribbled on her chest. Somehow, they still had forearm-length erections.

Shaking her head, the dark-bloused daughter stooped to snatch her sword from the ground. Standing, she inspected it and sighed. "We find most opponents more predictable."

"Sounds like a crutch," Portia taunted, backing away enough that the other one could fetch her spear. "Sometimes you can predict. Other times you just have to react. Besides, do I look like most opponents?"

In unison, they spat blood to their sides.

"You girls are young. Maybe you haven't learned yet there's always going to be someone better than you. When you go making enemies by robbing people and fucking married women, you're going to make more, faster. The more you make, the sooner you'll find the one who's going to beat you."

Titania made a show of her full-body yawn while Tatiana managed to express the same with a roll of her eyes.

In unison, the twins snapped back to attention and lunged at her with weapons ready.

Portia stepped back and braced her staff across herself. As the spear poked near she threw up her arms and tucked her tail, the angled staff redirecting their weapons before she dropped to the floor. Landing on her back with her legs already cocked, she planted a foot in each armored stomach and kicked with all her strength, lifting them both off the ground and flying over her with their own stolen momentum.

Their tails hadn't cleared her and she reached up to clutch the closest one. The force of her flight dragged her bare back across the gravel road and the interruption caused one of them to slam face-first into it. Her sister flew clear of them and stuck a deft landing with a wobbling recovery. Dark shirt. Tatiana.

She had Titania by the tail.

Not wasting a moment, Portia rolled aside. Reaching, she cracked her face-down daughter in the back of the head while she scurried away, then again on her rump. Titania's fleeing tail brushed her face and she seized it again. Holding on tight, she dug her heels into the ground, using her daughter's frantic crawling to pull herself back to her feet. Standing, she let go.

With a lurch forward, Portia took a two-handed grip and brought the staff over her head like an executioner's ax then clobbered it down on Titania's back, flattening her again.

Tatiana charged with an angry cry but Portia had enough room to get in one more blow to her silent daughter, a sharp jab squarely into her rump, more to humiliate than hurt. With a heavy groan, she crawled away, exposing testicles and an erection now freckled with road gravel, as she could feel her own back was.

With a spin, she faced the charging Tatiana and a sword coiled up to slash. She moved the staff high and ready, beginning to swing as the blade came down, deflecting it over her while ducking low, beneath her attacker's center of gravity. Her head crashed into her armored stomach and her arm hooked between her legs before she stood forcefully, redirecting her daughter's path into flight.

Tatiana landed beside her twin, who was struggling to get up, punch-drunk and off-balance.

Portia took a few steps back, twirling her weapon and repositioned to the middle of the road, allowing them a moment.

"If you both just stay down..." she offered but words trailed off at their bloody snarls.

Titania steadied herself then reached down to help up her sister, her remarkably still-hard erection hitting her breastplate again. As her sister got back to her feet, she was in a similar condition. She'd seen this in men a few times: a rare phenomenon that could be less about arousal than the heart pumping so hard. Male bits were supposed to shrink in a fight. In situations like this, she took it as a compliment.

"We're not going to prison. No masters, no cages," Tatiana said, spitting blood and drool. The pair readied their weapons again and hardened their faces.

"Suit yourselves."

Portia gave the staff a spin with one hand then two, across her back and around her front before letting it slip enough to hold just the end, demonstrating her full reach and that she had the strength of her lean-muscled arm to support it. She lowered her nose and advanced, spinning herself while twirling the staff until she was a blur, swinging high, low and middle as she closed in on the pair of them.

The silent one lunged, spear first into the whirl of her mother's weapon and wooden shafts cracked, knocking it away. The spin continued as Titania backpedaled but a kick smashed the small of her knee, buckling her. As she fell, Portia jumped and caught her daughter in the back of the head with her heel, sending her sprawling again.

Tatiana advanced next, leading with the tip of her sword. Portia arched her back and pulled the staff to redirect, hitting her in the forearm. The attack slipped but she pushed into it and turned her hand, nicking her mother's breast with an instant line of blood in her downy, white fur.

"Bitch!" she hissed, pinning the attacking arm under hers with the staff and holding it in an armlock. With the weapon secured, she grabbed a handful of Tatiana's hair and smashed her face into her knee. Lifting to do it again, her daughter twisted and swung a haymaker right into the easy target of her mother's tremoring chest.

With a groan and a wince, Portia recoiled and Tatiana punched again with a cross, putting her off-balance. She wound up a roundhouse, which her mother had her hands up for, only for a knee to spring up from her blind spot to hit the other, wounded breast from beneath.

With her weight forced to her back foot, the teen vixen moved in closer, lunging bare-teethed at her throat. A quick backpedal put her stable and sure-footed enough to lean back and arch forward, smashing soft breasts into hard with a wince. Combined, even with one painfully ballooning out, her chest could only compress so much and Tatiana's teeth snapped the air over Portia's tucked-down muzzle.

She continued back to make distance but Tatiana was relentless now, matching her every step back with a broader one forward. Her hands went up to block her face and another jab battered her breast. She reached out to redirect the following cross, which opened her up for another weak jab, right to the nose. She'd been punched harder but the placement was precise, enough to tear up her eyes and taste iron.

In her own training, near the age the twins were now, she'd learned how to punch, feign and slip them but her mentors instructed her to avoid these fights, moving further away for kicks and weapons or close in to grapple. She would never be a boxer with so much body to defend, unable to even meet her elbows in front of her. On the offense, she couldn't throw an uppercut without knocking herself in the face with a breast.

Tatiana it seemed, had invested more into it, despite having nearly the same physique.

"We've got her now! Run her through!" she snarled.

While not a pugilist, Portia had fought many of them. Tatiana made the mistake of thinking about her sister instead of hitting and hitting and hitting some more.

A flick of her arm tossed aside the staff as she jumped in place and rolled back, wrapping strong, thick thighs around her advancing daughter's waspish waist. She snatched her then twisted as they fell, taking them both to the ground with her on top.

She winced as her bare knees landed on highway gravel but Tatiana's back caught the brunt of the fall, doubly so under her mother's weight. She dove in to grab her hair again and hunched over, dribbling crimson from her nose onto her daughter's light fur before pulling her face into the soft sea of Portia's own bare chest.

"Can you breathe in there, you little shit?" she barked, spitting blood off the side, squeezing her torso with thick, strong thighs. She'd cracked ribs with them many times. Tatiana squirmed and tried to punch but the volume of fluid flesh flattened over her, dampening her upper arms and keeping her from hitting back with any meaningful force.

Increasingly frantic, she seemed to be struggling for air.

A flash of reason broke through Portia's rage. She wasn't trying to kill them, nor was it just the two of them.

Whipping her head back, she found Titania advancing in a near-silent jog on the balls of her feet, spear aimed to lance her.

Portia grabbed her daughter and rolled aside, putting Tatiana on top and between them. With her view blocked, she heard Titania skid to a stop a safe distance away still. She turned them over again, flattening Tatiana on her back then straddling her. Her daughter's face revealed a blood-smeared muzzle and terrified eyes as she gasped for air.

With a growl, Portia slapped her hard across the face, then leapt to her feet. Scrambling clear of them both, she snatched the dropped staff on her way.

Titania stopped and offered a hand to her sister. She took it and stood again, slower than the last time. Panting with desperation, she dipped down to fetch her sword.

Chapter 7

"You've got to admit: it wouldn't be a bad way to go," Portia joked, wincing at the lingering aches of her daughter's strikes. She breathed deeply, calming her nerves and steadying her pulse.

The twins were not amused, with obvious pain in their stances and bloodied faces. Tatiana, bleeding from mouth and nose before being smothered was especially messy. That meant her own cleavage would be too, beyond the curves of what she could see. They exchanged cold glares with stiff tails and flattened ears.

"We can leave this place," she offered, eyes darting back to Portia. "Move on from Brummel. You get to be the hero. We don't have to keep trying to kill each other."

"And let you two ruin my reputation somewhere else? Terrorize some other town?" her mother huffed a laugh and shook her head. "No, I'm afraid I'm going to need to know where you two are until I can trust you to behave. I don't think you deserve to be in the ground but you're liabilities. There's no version of this story where your briganding careers continue."

The sisters snarled but their matching blue eyes betrayed fear. "You're not giving us many options but to fight to the death. Is that what you want, Miss Hero? To murder us for thievery?"

Portia laughed. "I told you: I'm not going to kill you. But you're thieving, reputation-ruining bandits who look like me and I didn't come here to negotiate. I'm not going to let you go be someone else's problem."

"Spare us so we can be prisoners? Rot away in a dungeon if we're not tried and hanged? Would they throw us in with the women or the men?" Tatiana spat again. "It'd be more merciful to kill us. If we die, we do it on our feet. Maybe take you with us. You haven't beaten us yet."

The girls took fighting stances again, sideways that exposed the full profile of their breasts and cocks that were finally half-limp. Tatiana reached down, fumbling to buckle her codpiece back up but it clearly took more dexterity to do it one-handed with her chest in the way.

"Fuck it," she spat more blood and readied her weapon.

"If you want a minute to buckle your dicks back up, I'll give you that."

They ignored her with a scoff, then another silent exchange between them before nodding. They took a few steps apart, seeming to coordinate some distance then Tatiana advanced.

Portia squinted and observed, maintaining her deep, calming breaths. "Your stance wouldn't be bad if you were a teenage boy but you're presenting a lot of extra meat to your opponent, shaped like ladies with so much tits and ass. And then you've got that giant dick and balls. You're barely smaller sideways than from the front."

Baring her teeth, Tatiana lunged to stab at her breast which Portia deflected with the blackjack.

"You're not built for fencing, dear."

It was more an observation than a taunt as Portia hopped back a few steps then stopped with her feet together into the bold, bladed stance of one who had also trained in the art. She used her staff to draw a line in the dirt. A stomp of one foot sent her chest into another jostle just as they'd settled.