Stripper Fighter 4: Round 3 (Patreon)

No idea what got me back into this one. Had the general matchups planned for a while but didn't finish following up. It's a fun little meta thing to write a sexy catfight that's in a fighting game. Know it's kind of a fan favorite with some readers, so had to come back. 

The copy of Stripper Fighter 4 loaded up and promptly went to the Versus mode. A few more fighters had been unlocked by working on Story mode, but the roster was largely the same. The players were still experimenting with the full cast so they went with some characters they hadn’t tried much of yet. Some scrolling past Horndog and Caramel selected Winter and Bryk, who were quickly collared and shoved into the level. The flashy yet dimly lit stage hovered slightly above the crowd of whistling and cheering customers at Thanal’s interdimensional strip club, stripper poles mounted on either side of the level.

Winter was a strange fighter as a human raised by aliens. They had been a race of ritualistic, intergalactic hunters that thrived on combat and their worshipped The Hunt. They had been convinced to fight with Thanal before her forces wiped out most of their race and took Winter as one of her latest fighters and stripper pets.

Winter was heavily tanned, lined with scars and tattoos of alien symbols. She was grim-faced with thick blonde hair tied into complex braids that swayed with her ready stance. She was dressed in a loincloth and breastplate, both made from some alien creature’s leathery hide for some minimal protection while showing off her toned figure.

“Even now, The Hunt continues,” Winter growled.

Bryk had been one of Thanal’s more trusted enforcers and bouncers at her club. The game didn’t always put her in a collar, to show that, but the Versus mode didn’t seem to bother with leaving it off her in the opening animation. She was an incredibly wide blue alien, mostly humanoid if one could consider her large gut and big breasts resting on it to be human enough for them. Her arms and legs were similarly thick with dark purple hair that swayed around her shoulders. The blubbery-looking alien was still a powerhouse, one of the slower but stronger characters in the game. She wore tight shorts and a sports bra-like top, all of which were too small for her impressive girth.

“Another troublemaker? Let me remind you who’s in charge, gorgeous.”

ROUND 1! FIGHT!

Winter sprang forward with an acrobatic leap, spinning and throwing a kick at Bryk. The overweight alien readily blocked it, letting the exotic human land right in front of her. Bryk threw a quick backhand to stun Winter and followed up with a heavy punch while she was reeling. The blow caught her in the chest with a resounding, meaty thud as even the muscular huntress staggered back with a groan.

With a sudden and excited bellow, Bryk came barreling towards her stunned opponent. Her charge smashed right into her, shoulder-checking Winter to the floor and trampling over her. Bryk’s heavyweight stomps landed on her stomach and top as she passed her by before tromping to a stop, giving Winter time to get back up with a groan.

“Should have finished me off,” Winter hissed in a bitter promise for payback. Bryk just grinned back and threw a few swifter jabs, just Winter was quick to backpedal out of the way. She suddenly lunged forward with a crackling electricity sparking from her bracelets, landing a double palm-strike on the big blue tits right in front of her. Bryk howled in pained surprise as she grabbed her jugs, jiggling around from the pulsing electricity.

Winter took full advantage as she launched herself into a nimble combo. She landed a quick, leaping kick to the stunned Bryk’s chin, knocking the fat alien’s head back before touching down. She crouched and swept the legs out from under her, just to tumble forward like an ape and mount herself on top of the round belly. Winter bared her teeth and swiped her fingers across Bryk’s face and chest rapidly, clawing her upper body before she sprang away.

Bryk dragged her bulky body back up before Winter leapt through the air again. She readied another flying kick when the blue alien’s hand lashed out at her. A strong hand grabbed Winter between the legs, getting a piercing howl of pain from the huntress before she was swung over Bryk’s head. She slammed into the ground and bounced before Bryk slammed a low kick into her side, knocking her away so that she bounced off the stripper pole marking the end of the stage.

Winter was down and holding her crotch as Bryk kept up her assault. She dashed in closer and threw an elbow drop down on Winter’s side, connecting with a devastating crack. Winter gasped and shuddered as Bryk suddenly leapt over her and swung her legs up. It dropped her huge ass down on Winter’s face, the thick cheeks easily blocking out her entire head.

“And stay down!” the fat bouncer ordered, laughing as she rose back to her feet. Winter laid limply on the stage as her life bar went empty. Bryk laughed and flexed her beefy arms before thumping her belly with a firm, challenging smack of her fist. Winter shook her head and rose back up as she slid into position on the other side of the stage.

“ROUND 2! FIGHT!”

This time, Winter crouched into a pouncing position and turned invisible. Bryk took a few blind swings at the air before the leaping huntress landed a double kick to her face. The blue bruiser grunted as she staggered back, Winter reappearing at her feet and tripping her with a quick leg sweep. The fat bouncer fell to her back with a weighty thud, Winter already way ahead of her. She rose back to her feet and threw a field goal kick into Bryk’s crotch with a meaty crunching noise.

“Easy prey!” Winter snarled.

The tribal huntress whirled her hands and a staff teleported into her hands. She jabbed it downward and gave it a few rapid thrusts, pelting Bryk in her fat stomach and between her legs. She grunted and flopped on the ground before she managed to ball up and roll back. Winter lunged at her but Bryk was already guarding, and as she pressed too hard into her attack the tribal huntress was grabbed in a tight bearhug.

“I love crushin’ skinny bitches like you!” Bryk snarled as she leapt into the air. She whirled Winter around in her arms before piledriving her head and shoulders into the stage. A large crack was left behind that quickly mended itself by whatever alien technology it used, but Winter seemed to stay down.

Bryk moved in and raised a foot to stomp down on her but Winter sprang her trap. She rolled back a pace and avoided the crushing blow, swinging her leg out to sweep Bryk’s thick legs out from under her. Her leg froze at the point of impact for a moment as the camera panned around, the blow activating another transitioning scene.

Bryk stumbled to the edge of the stage, flailing her arms to stay on until Winter kicked her in her huge tits. The blubbery bouncer flew back and crashed down on a table, sending several aliens scattering as it collapsed beneath her bulk. Her head lolled dizzily before the huntress leapt off the stage, driving a knee into her notable gut. Bryk gawked and groaned as Winter unleashes a speedy series of crosses to her face before dragging her up by the hair. She slammed a huge kick across her face that sent Bryk tumbling into a crowd of alien guests.

The fighters took their usual idle stances as the customers crowded in, forming a crude circle around the ladies. The big bouncer broke into a long-range charge but the alien-raised huntress flipped over her at the last second. Bryk barged right into the wall of fans, immediately grabbed by them and shoved back out to the middle. Winter dove into a leaping kick that caught her in the face, making even the burly bouncer stumble. She was still reeling when Winter gained a glowing aura around her.

“Let us settle this by The Old Ways,” she growled as a small portal appeared beside her. It was just big enough for her to reach inside and draw what looked like a stone handaxe, throwing it into Bryk’s chest. It hit without even breaking the skin but it suddenly flashed and electrified her, clearly far more advanced a weapon that it appeared. Bryk’s hair stood on end and her skeleton flashed cartoonishly as Winter leapt at her, wrapping her legs around her neck and slamming the alien bouncer’s face into the ground with a loud crack.

Bryk looked briefly out cold as Winter rolled to her feet. She pounded a fist on her chest like a Spartan salute before letting out a triumphant howl. The stripper and former primal warrior resumed her stance as Bryk dragged her chunky form back up.

“Somebody get the license of that space truck?” she groaned.

“ROUND 3! FIGHT!”

Bryk ignored her own joke and squatted low, firing up an aura around her that thickened her skin and sent fresh power coursing through her body. The buffing ability was a sound investment early in the match, but as she got close several portals opened up around Winter and a bright light surrounded her in an aura. There was a sudden beam that hit Bryk, and while she couldn’t be flinched it didn’t matter as Winter broke into her super.

The whole screen went white before Bryk landed in a massive stone coliseum. Insectoid aliens with tribal markings shouted in another language as she looked around in confusion.

“You’re in my arena now,” Winter growled lowly as she teleported in after her foe.

She shot past her rapidly, punching Bryk across the face and stomach to leave her staggering this way and that. Several racks of weapons sprang up from the ground as Winter grabbed another pair of axes, bashing them into Bryk’s back and sending another heavy shock through her system. The blue girls screamed just before Winter dashed to another rack. She spun swiftly and beat her head around with a metallic quarter staff before smashing it up into her crotch. The big blue bruiser howled in pain and clutched her aching pussy as the primal woman grabbed one of the racked plasma cannons, sticking it under Byrk’s chin before firing a massive purple beam of energy. The bouncer flew screaming through the air just as the teleporter/hologram/whatever it was vanished, letting her splat down face-first on the floor of the club.

Bryk got up again but with half her health bar down, she was easy pickings. The hunter stripper only had to hit and run, and while Bryk caught her by the hair to pound her belly in, she still snapped out of the grab with a bicycle kick to her jaw. Winter swept the thick legs out from under her before throwing a double palm strike out, bashing the fat girl’s boobs in and sending her flying as her top exploded off her body.

“STRIP HER!” the announcer boomed.

The already topless Bryk tried to crawl away in pathetic fear, but the savage stripper stalked after her and stomped on her back. She summoned another of her weapon portals and grabbing a long-handled, jagged alien sword of a strange make. She swept it nimbly through the air a few times before the last of the big girl’s bottoms were sliced off, leaving her just in a skimpy thong.

“Wait… wait a sec!” the bruiser rambled desperately.

“You are too pathetic for mercy,” Winter growled. “Become my prey!”

She grabbed and lifted the chunky brute by her thong. Even as heavy as she was, she just screamed as she kicked while lifted off the ground in the wedgie. Winter started to spin around, whipping Bryk like a sling as her huge curves flew repeatedly past the camera. The thong finally snapped, sending her flying until she crashed into a stripper pole. She groaned as she slid down it, out cold with her pussy crashing right into it. Her face slumped and drooled on the poll as her boobs wrapped around it.

“WINTER WINS! REMATCH?!”

As usual, the players went on to reselect some fresh fighters. Player one toyed between the scorpion-tailed Barb and the pale necromancer Necrala before settling on Jasmine. The second player went right for Ming as an all-arounder compared to the more complex opponent.

The fighters were collared and tossed out into the stage, both of them standing on top of the wide bar. A few patrons lingered around their feet, whistling and ogling them with their strange numbers of eyes.

Jasmine had some vague backstory as a half-succubus, a reddish-pink woman with long, dark red hair and tits big and round enough to look like wrecking balls. She wore a facemask over her nose and mouth, and like everything else she wore it was leather and lined with studs. She wore a tiny thong, high-heeled boots, and a bra that was covered in sharp, spiked studs. Rather surprisingly, she was dressed like that even before she had been forced to become a stripper.

“Looks like it’s souls for dinner today. Hope it doesn’t make me fat,” she chimed in her high and rather ditzy voice for a half-demon.

Ming landed in a graceful, wide-legged pose. The leanly built 19-year old martial arts prodigy was a major protagonist in the early games, meaning she was easy to use and average in most stats. She was an Asian woman with shoulder-length hair and a serious look on her face despite her rather intimate fighting style. While she originally wore loose monk-like clothing or gis, her capture meant she was now in just a stylized bikini with a short silk vest just around her shoulders. She took up a flat-palmed martial arts stance of no clear style.

“I didn’t reincarnate just to lose to a demonic bimbo.”

“ROUND 1! FIGHT!”

Ming reached out and snapped her fingers on either side of her face in a sassy manner. While it looked like a mocking gesture, a half-second later there came bright green bursts of chi around Jasmine’s face. They burst like small fireworks, making her flinch and cut off her advance. Ming leapt in and snapped a high kick up Jasmine’s face, sending her head whipping back and her huge jugs bobbing up with them.

“Too top heavy to fight!” the heroine mocked as she landed in a crouch.

A green aura surrounded her palms as she slammed one into Jasmine’s crotch. The demi-succubus huffed loudly, crossing her legs as Ming unleashed a jackhammering barrage of palm strikes to her belly and tits that juggled her into the air before palming her face. Ming smashed Jasmine back to the ground, letting her crack the bar and bounce away limply.

“Not the hair!” Jasmine whined, despite the attacks generally ignoring her hair.

The demoness sprang back up as Ming charged at her, but she had been too quick to pursue her. The demoness stood up comfortably as Ming kept running, messing up her attack and pacing enough that she ran face-first into the demoness’ cleavage. The martial artist tried to land another attack when Jasmine nailed her in the pussy with a hard knee, punishing her for the botched attack.

“That must hurt like hell!” she giggled as she punched Ming in the belly, following it with a headbutt to the middle of her forehead.

Ming grunted weakly as she fell flat on her back, limbs splaying out around her. She tried to rise when Jasmine smashed a spiked heel right down on her pussy, burying the bikini bottoms right in between her lips as she screamed in agony.

“Ah~! Sounds like home,” Jasmine sighed as she stepped back.

Ming got up but was clearly stunned as Jasmine gave a supernatural leap into the air. She spread out her arms and fell into what looked like a belly flop on top of Ming, but her huge, spike-coated breasts fell right on top of her. The Asian fighter gave another pained scream as she was squashed under the armored breasts and the bar broke beneath them, splintering away and leaving them standing right in front of the bar.

The transition scene went on as Jasmine stood back up, pulling Ming by the hair. She pulled her head back and smashed the brunette brutally into the nearest row of bottles, shattering glass with her face over and over as she went down the shelves. Jasmine stopped to help herself to a leftover shot of some dark liquid, humming pleasantly before she smashed that glass too into Jasmine’s face. The Asian woman stumbled back holding her face, wiping glass from her eyes and hair as Jasmine dove at her, swinging her tits in a wide arc that bashed her across the face. Ming went flying out the door and into the filthy backalley, up as a light rain fell from above and full dumpsters and trash cans lined the walls.

Jasmine leapt out after her and came out swinging. Ming raised her guard, soaking up a few clawed slaps. Even when Jasmine spun in place on her heel, whipping her tits around to look like a deadly tornado of spiky boobs, it did little more than chip damage on the cornered fighter. Ming suddenly sprang up, grabbing her as she was left open. Her palms gripped the wall she was up against, lashing her legs around Jasmine’s neck. She curled her legs over and over, moving like she was humping the demi-demon’s face but she was arching her hips too high for that. It drove her face repeatedly into the wall behind her instead.

The demoness fell back looking punchdrunk as Ming landed gracefully in front of her.

“You lack technique, bitch,” she taunted as she went whirling into a high kick so high it made her stand in a vertical split.

The head shot rattled Jasmine, but she recovered quickly enough to come charging in tits first. She raised her arms to cover her face as she rammed her spike-covered boobs into Ming, taking her off her feet and crushing her up against the wall. She let out a loud, dull groan before falling limp to the ground.

“Aww, poor baby. Need a hug?” Jasmine cooed mockingly. She bent far over, shaking her jugs with her arms folded under them to puff up her studded jugs. Ming shook her head dizzily as she rose up and looked no worse for wear.

“ROUND 2! FIGHT!”

The ladies exchanged a few gauging strikes and needless flips before Jasmine broke the stalemate. She grabbed her bra and whipped it out, striking like a spiked whip as it slashed across Ming’s cheek. She gave a wailing cry as Jasmine neatly reeled it in and snapped it back into place around her huge pink jugs and hard nipples, just to leap in and swing a double-fisted blow over Ming’s head. The martial artist slammed into the ground hard enough to bounce back up where she was quickly grabbed by Jasmine. She held Ming by her shoulders before pulling her in repeatedly, banging her face against her plump tits and her bra’s seemingly dull but brutal studs.

“Motorboat Hell!” she declared as Ming reeled from the boob-beating.

She stumbled back drunkenly but suddenly lashed out, grabbing Jasmine’s mask and pulling it down to expose her plump lips and many narrow fangs. Ming leaned in and kissed her aggressively, another green glow surrounding her mouth as she poured her chi into the makeout session. The camera zoomed in and showed an x-ray as Ming’s Tonsil Hockey special attack lashed her chi-charged tongue inside Jasmine’s mouth. The succubus jerked left and right along with it as it literally beat around her tongue and tonsil to throw her off, but the demonic stripper bit down suddenly and shoved her away to break loose.

“You were a lousy kisser anyway,” Ming gloated but Jasmine lashed out with a swinging soccer kick to the cunt. She let out a loud howl and doubled over, clutching her pussy as Jasmine glowed with a dark aura, firing up her Super while she was stunned.

“Get ready for the Meatgrinder!” she chimed before flying towards her.

The rain pattered down on their skin as Jasmine shoved Ming’s head in between her giant tits. She cupped each of them and pushed them together, smashing them noisily as dark energy burst from between her boobs. She shook them to motorboat Ming with her barbed boobs, slamming her head around like a ping pong ball between them. Ming moaned witlessly as she slumped to her knees, as stupified as any poor (or lucky) soul to be between the demi-demon’s tits.

“Uhnnnn…”

“I get that a lot,” she giggled as she took a step back.

Ming was left with her eyes rolling on her knees as Jasmine cupped and lifted up her boob. She let one drop down like a falling boulder, hammering down on Ming’s head with a massive impact. The dark energy glowed around her tits as she bashed them down over and over like a piledriver until Ming’s body was being pounded into the pavement! She was knocked several feet into the ground, her arms stuck at her sides as her eyes rolled and mouth gawked in a daze.

Jasmine leaned far over, jiggling the fleshy cleavage in Ming’s face playfully before standing back up and slamming a high kick into her face. Ming flew up like her head was a football in a kickoff, launched back up and flopping loosely to the ground.

Ming got a few quick hits in but the demoness clearly had her bested. Jasmine leapt up and flipped into a double kick to Ming’s tits, digging the sharp heels into her boobs and crushing the martial artist to the floor. She flopped painfully once before falling laid out limp once again.

“STRIP HER!” the announcer ordered.

Jasmine picked Ming up by the hair, letting her hang like a broken puppet as she giggled. She tore Ming’s top off with her claws and super strength combined before lifting the stunned Asian to rise with her. She lifted and bearhugged her tightly, making Ming writhe and scream as the harsh studs of her top dug into her sore chest and nipples.

“Don’t bring those weak tits into my club!” Jasmine taunted before flipping Ming upside down.

She slammed the brunette head-first into the ground, crashing down on her face hard enough to stay suspended upside down as her skull embedded in the pavement. Her legs were spread eagle as Jasmine yanked off her bikini bottom, casually stroking and fingering the exposed pussy. Ming gave a heavily muffled moan as her hips writhed, toyed with by Jasmine until she squirted a thick orgasm over the camera.

“Ain’t you a mess,” she chimed, folding her arms under her hefty and barbed boobs again.

“JASMINE WINS! REMATCH?!”

The grudge match was clearly still going as a player hit Continue.