Candyland Catfight 2: Tootsie Pawp vs Frostina Cupcake (Patreon)

A return to one of the voted favorites. It’s always a weird and fun concept, I just wanted to make sure I have enough new ideas to make it happen if I went back to it. I think I did enough weird and punny stuff in there to make it worth what’s sort of a basic catfight premise. I just slip in jokes and let the girls get brutal because they’re all immortal candy people. Still fun to mix and match their colors, but I did find myself running low on flavors to dunk them in, and it would probably be a pain in the ass for an artist to draw. Half of why I write!

I have no fucking idea what Candyland people do besides go to strip clubs, man...

Across from The Candy Bar where candylandians nurse their chocolate liquors, there was The Molasses Swamp. Sweet things looking for some dirty fun came there, hungry for something besides the ordinarily upbeat and overly cutesy world they lived in. A bunch of busty candygirls beating the hell out of each other turned out exactly what they craved. Random strippers of various shapes and flavors poledanced on peppermint while the lyrics to Lollipop played on overhead speakers.

A gummy bear stood beside the pool of chocolate syrup that made up the main ring. It was a shallow pool of dark brown goop that generally came up to the women’s calves. Several more like it were littered nearby, each containing its own type of sugary goop for later matches. The customers piled into their tables and booths as the host announced the competitors for the night’s first messy wrestling match: Frostina Cupcake and Tootsy Pawp.

Tina strutted out first, a thick and fluffy cake-themed candy person. She was largely humanoid, unlike some of the gumballs and candybar people out in the crowd, which made her sexy as hell from the getgo. She was busty with a thick ass, her skin the fair color of a creamy vanilla. Her pink hair was as thick as the rest of her, stacked up high and resembling icing with a cherry-shaped clip on one side. Her lacey bra and thong had spiraling patterns at the front to make them resemble more frosting, barely holding in her bobbing breasts. Frostina licked her lips seductively for the crowd, shaking her hips around to bob her thick cake around before wading her bare feet carefully into the ring.

Toots was a mix of dark browns and reds. She had full lips and an hourglass figure barely contained in a tight, ruby red corset of sugarsilk. Her hair was thick and glossy, tangles of reddish brown done up in tight braids that accumulated in a bun in the back of her head. It was decorated with a few dark red gemstones to look like her namesake. Tootsie Pawp kicked off some high heels and adjusted her corset, pointedly jiggling her breasts around in the process before she reached the ring as well.

“Okay ladies! The match is over when you give up or pass out!”

The short gummy bear trotted off to sit a few yards away at his own seat. He had been to enough of these to know better than to get within swinging distance of the girls. The strippers took these fight nights seriously. Possibly because they knew they could mold back together from any damage they took, but Barry knew there was some beef between some of them that they were dying to let out.

“You better get your candyass out of my ring before I throw it out!” Tootsie threatened, folding her arms over her cocoa-colored tits.

“Bitch, I will rip those cheap sugar tits right off you!!” Frostina shouted back, stomping her foot into a brief splash.

With the sparks already flying and the audience fired up to see where it went, the girls hastily waded towards each other. They grabbed at anything they could, burying their fingernails into each other’s tits and hair. The sweetened strippers bared their teeth as they stumbled through the dark muck, trying to find some perfect angle to push or pull that would hurl the other down.

When no such opportunity arose for the fumbling fighters, Tina pushed herself away. Tootsie’s fingers left some shallow scratches along her creamy tits, but she swung a leg straight up in a soccer kit to the coochie. Toots’ eyes widened and her thighs twitched towards each other, trying to clamp around the throbbing pussy.

“UGHHH! Right in the fuckin’ sugar slit!” Pawp cursed as she clutched her groin.

Frostina gladly went in for some early punishment. She grabbed Toots’ arms and held them in place as she leaned over them, tearing down the candy corset. Toots’ bouncy brown tits popped out with her chocolatey nipples exposed, but only for a moment. As soon as Tina locked her eyes on them, she lunged in and bit down hard on the tip of her tit. Toots broke into a fresh series of pained screams as she dug in with her teeth.

“AGHHH! THE FUCK!? GET OFF ME, YOU CAKEY CUNT!”

Toots grabbed a handful of Cupcake’s frosted hair, pulling and twisting it to try and rip the biting stripper’s face away from her tender tit. The shaking made it sting worse but she couldn’t stand to have her hold on any longer. With one long, wincing shove, Toots finally tore Tina away. She let out a large, relieved gasp as the pain finally lessened.

“Ugh! Finally. You mouthy bitch. You could’ve torn my…”

Tootsie rubbed her stinging chest and paused. She looked down and saw that a mouthful of her breast had been ripped off when Tina backed away, leaving a shallow, bloodless crater dented into her right taffy-like tit.

“You DID tear my titty off! You bitch!!”

Frostina smirked back at her, a chunk of her chocolatey flesh still between her teeth. She made a show of opening her mouth wide and tipping her head back, swallowing it down in front of her opponent. Tootsie grimaced with disgust and outrage as she came barreling towards her. With a vengeful snarl, she pounced on her opponent like a topless tiger. The sudden charge tore her down as they both splashed down into the chocolate pool, spilling it in all directions. Tootsie unleashed a few furious punches down at her pinning opponent, bashing her face in hard enough to mold her cheeks and nose out of shape before they popped back into place.

“Ow! OW! Bitch!” Frostina yelped, flailing and shoving back at her attacker.

She managed to get a hand into Toots’ face, pushing her away to try and deter her. While her head tilted off with the shove, she snarled and bit down herself. She snapped off a pair of Cupcake’s fingers, getting a shout of surprise more than pain given how the candy girls worked.

“Come ON! That was my dick jerkin’ hand!” Frostina complained before Tootsie clocked her again.

The jawbreaker of a punch knocked her silly as Tootsie backed off, wincing and rubbing her still missing nipple. She glanced at the nearby pool, one filled with a partially melted peppermint. She shrugged and leaned over the edge of the pool, ignoring the stunned Tina long enough to dip her damaged tits and hand into the white and red mess. It only had to soak for a moment before she pulled back out, her body restored with peppermint filling in the cracks. It looked visibly out of place and her tits still stung, but it was a bit of relief and her jiggling jugs felt better balanced. It would be a good day or two before she’d regenerate and replace the injury with her natural flavor.

“There. Now let’s stretch this taffy tramp out!” Frostina hissed.

She stomped after the slowly rising Tootsie, who had just gotten to all fours. A vengeful Tina cracked her knuckles before grabbing between her legs for a rear cunt claw. The smooth candy corset didn’t last for long against her grabbing digits, easily torn away to let Tina scratch directly against her pussy.

“AHH! Bitch! Get OUT!”

Tootsie kicked back at her attacker, but the blindly panicked strikes didn’t do much but rattle her around in the muck.

“Come on, Toots! Lemme see how many SCRATCHES it takes to get to the center!” Cupcake spat venomously.

Her fingers curled painfully inside her sweet rival, making Tootsie’s face warp with pain. She beat her fists on the edge of the pool of chocolate before she landed a lucky shot, her heel bumping up and thudding into Cupcake’s pussy. She huffed and doubled over, still staying on her knees with her tight grip on Tootsie’s twat.

“Oh that’s it,” Frostina growled.

She pinched her fingers, pressing her nails together and twisting hard. Toots let out a sharp gasp as Frostina tore out her clit with a swift, painful yank like she was removing a loose tooth. Tootsie gawked at the audience as she clutched her stinging crotch. Tina just smirked and admired the small bit of candyflesh, complete with a small stud pierced through it.

“My pussy! You fucking cunt!” she ranted, utterly aghast at the intimate damage.

“Good like finding a sugar daddy without this!” Frostina laughed, chucking the disembodied clitoris over her shoulder. It landed with an untraceable plop in the whipped cream pool behind her.

Tootsie snarled and swiftly rose to her feet, charging and spearing into Tina’s midsection. The cakey baby grunted as she was completely bowled over, briefly lifted by her raging rival and tackled completely out of the pool itself. Some fans had to reel in their feet to avoid the splashing and thrashing bodies as they spilled some of the pool’s chocolatey contents out with them.

Leaving the ring certainly didn’t stop the action as Tootsie straddled Frostina, raining sticky slaps and punches down on her face. Tina was rattled from the blows but raised a leg to get between them, boosting the red and brown babe just enough off her to get some breathing room. She leaned back sharply and used her knee to flip Tootsie over, tossing her towards the bar where a glass man full of soda recoiled away nervously.

Tootsie stumbled up again as Tina came storming after her. The lollipop girl sneered back at her as she stripped off her corset. It was barely hanging on by a thread, so it wasn’t difficult to just rip it off and fling it into the advancing Cupcake’s face. The pastry girl bared her own teeth before she pulled at her loosely hanging outfit as well.

“You want to go!? You wanna fucking go!?” she raged as she stripped just as naked as her opponent.

“I’ll take you to the candy shop and back, bitch!” Tootsie threatened as she stomped furiously up to her opponent.

The crowd loved the genuine bitterness between the sweeties as they traded a few quick slaps. They went back and forth, practically daring the other to hit back after her of their own strikes. It was Frostina who first broke the stalemate as she drove a fist deep into one of Tootsie’s breasts. The candy girl gave a huge grunt as her breast not only jiggled, but the harsh punch left a deep imprint of Tina’s knuckles to remember her by.

“Looks like I knocked that stick out of your ass, Pawp!” Tina sneered as she grabbed her foe’s braided hair.

She slammed Tootsie’s face down on the nearest barstool, clearly jarring her with the suddenly stop of her face against the hard candy substance. Toots’ eyes rolled but she turned her head enough to sink her teeth into Cupcake’s side. Frostina shrieked and recoiled before she could tear off another piece, but the visible teeth marks were left in Tootsie’s wake.

“I got just the thing for a washed up skank like you!” Tootsie threatened as she clobbered Frostina with a heavy punch to the face.

Her eyes glazed over as she nearly fell over, but Tootsie grabbed her and slung her over her shoulder. She stomped off to one of the large kegs nearby, smacking off the lid to expose the hot cocoa stored inside. It still steamed and faintly bubbled as Tootsie lifted her opponent up high and dunked her entire upper half into the milky muck.

Even under the liquid, there was no mistaking Tina’s bubbling screams beneath the surface. She kicked and thrashed, finally managing to shove the container over when she found she couldn’t  get out fast enough to breathe. Her pale body was soaked in the dark liquid, staining it all over with messy blotches. She coughed out a chocolatey mouthful as Tootsie laughed at her, holding her up on her knees by the frosting hair.

“Finally got some flavor, you tasteless tramp!” her darker opponent laughed.

Tina panted for air, dealing with the pain and breathlessness before she grabbed a nearby stool. Even the semi-athletic stripper could lift it with ease, considering it was made of gingerbread. She turned and swung it, breaking it in half across Tootsie’s knee. She gasped as her legs seemed to turn to jelly from the attack on her joint, to the point where it bent in a rubbery parody of what the leg once was. It likely would have broken on a human woman, but her candy anatomy didn’t make it much less painful.

Tootsie shrieked in pain, trying to reshape her leg when Frostina went at her again. She gouged at the damaged leg with her gingerbread shard, using the uneven and crusty edges to scrape against it. Tootsie screamed louder until the leg simply popped off, a strange mix of pain and relief washing through the collapsing lollipop girl.

“You fuckin’ stay down!” Frostina shouted down at her, tossing her busted weapon away.

Cupcake grabbed Pawp by the hair, dragging her roughly across the strip club floor. The cherry girl winced and thrashed, clawing at her rival’s hands and leaving shallow scrapes along the surface.

“Still sick of vanilla? Let’s see how you like some of this instead!”

Frostina stuck her head under her arm in a basic headlock, forcing her to face the pool of marshmallow fluff behind her. Tootsie panicked and started beating her fists at Tina’s sides and arms.

“Fuckin’ bitch! Don’t you dare!” she shouted in her flailing struggle.

Toots could barely stay standing on her own while she was short one leg. Frostina started to lift her when she managed to reach up and grab one of her tits, digging her nails into the underboob. Tina shrieked as Tootsie twisted and clawed it until she tore a chunk of cocoa-soaked titty off her rival. Tootsie threw the wet cake aside and hopped again, throwing her one good leg into a rising kick. It landed perfectly, burying half her foot up Cupcake’s twat. The cake babe gawked and doubled over, clutching her crotch as best she could with the leg embedded in it.

“Ha! Eat that, bi… huh.”

Tootsie looked down to see she was sitting on the floor and not getting back up. Her last leg had gotten stuck in the twitching Cupcake’s pussy and popped off somewhere around the thigh as she entered the rougher part of her landing. She frowned and left Frostina to suffer as she grabbed and climbed up the edge of one of the pools.

“Worth it,” she huffed as she dunked her lower half into the creamy substance beyond.

Banana pudding wouldn’t have been her first choice, but reforming her legs was more important. The yellowish white goop clung to her injuries and filled in the gaps, regaining her bits and pieces. Toots rolled her eyes as she saw the pale spot between her legs that had replaced her detached clit.

“I don’t wanna hear about it. You’ll all lick it either way,” Tootsie taunted to the crowd’s delight.

She swung her legs back around to go after Frostina, who had just managed to dislodge the detached leg from her snatch. Tootsie grabbed her by the hair but Tina surprised her by swinging her former leg like a club, bashing her across the face with a sort of secondhand kick.

“I think you DROPPED this!” Tina snarled.

Toots grunted and staggered, but she grabbed her old ankle and tore it out of her opponent’s hands.

“Gimme that before I feed you your own ass!” Toots snapped.

“It’d taste better than your nasty one!” Cupcake retorted just as crudely.

She swung at Tootsie’s face, but for a woman who had just regrown her legs she was quick on her feet. She dodged around it and grabbed the back of Frostina’s hair, bending her other arm behind her back. She rushed towards the other end of the bar, slamming her face-first into the base of the soda fountain. Her head thudded loudly off the dispenser as it squashed her face and hair out of shape, groaning until it snapped back into place when Tootsie pulled her back.

The lollipop girl slammed her a few more times before she felt like she was suitably dazed. She grabbed Tina around the neck and bent her over backward, laying her head back on the wide grill that let the excess soda run off. While Tina gagged from the choke, Toots smacked a few of the buttons and triggered a few of the spouts to dump a sloppy mix of soda down in her face. Frostina only choked louder, coughing up the rich syrup as she struggled to breathe.

“Rip MY clit off?! Rip MY outfit!? This’ what happens when you fuck with me, bitch!!” Tootsie ranted, whether or not the choking stripper could hear her.

Frostina tossed her head around and managed to pull herself free from the direct spray of the soda. She grimaced hatefully at Tootsie and spat her mouthful of mixed soda into her attacker’s face. The lollipop girl backed off, rubbing her eyes when Cupcake slammed a knee up into her pussy. Tootsie let out a groan as her creamy thighs squeezed together, just to get a powerful uppercut to the chin. Toots flew head over heels and crashed into a nearby table, busting it to pieces as the cookie tabletop crumbled beneath her.

“You’re mine… you dirty little cunt,” Frostina huffed, coughing out some more soda between her threats.

“I’m going to rip you apart until I get to the cream filling!”

She stood over the stunned Tootsie and wrapped her legs around her neck. She pulled up on the dark braids and squeezed her thighs shut, clamping them around her in a standing head scissor. Tootsie’s eyes bulged, slapping and scratching fresh flakes of cake out of her flesh. The strong dancer's legs cut off her air quickly, which was proving plenty effective on them both considering they had been ripping each other to pieces the whole time to little long-term effect. Toots winced and squeezed Cupcake’s legs, forcing herself to stand up with her still balanced on her shoulders.

“Oh shit! Wait! Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck!” Frostina rambled just before Tootsie slammed her back down face first on another table.

The cupcake girl went down hard, laying flat on her back and splayed out naked on the floor. Tootsie smirked down at her and turned around, shaking her brown and yellow booty for the crowd before she dropped it down on Tina’s face. She let out a muffled grunt as she shook her hips in the mocking facesit, burying her nose between her cheeks.

Tina made the expected attempts to bite her way out, but Tootsie remained focused on smothering her out with her thick ass. The cakey girl moaned and slapped at her thighs or clawed at her back at first. It wasn’t until Tina reached around her to claw and pull on Tootsie’s dark nipples that she started to shriek. Cupcake tore a pair of handfuls of candy off the lollipop’s tits before she backed off, gingerly rubbing her shrunk down jugs.

“Good luck filling that corset with your new A cups, slut!” Cupcake sneered as she wiped some of the candy mess off on her thighs.

“You shut that mouth before I shut it for you!” Tootsie snarled as she grabbed a nearby bowl from the bar.

“You haven’t got the tits for it. Literally!” Frostina laughed back at her.

She spat out the taste of chocolate and banana ass before she stormed towards the equally mismatched stripper. She wound up for another slap when Tootsie suddenly slammed her palm into Tina’s face. It was rough and jarring on its own, but Tootsie seemed more concerned with shoving the contents of her hand that she’d grabbed from the bowl into Frostina’s mouth. The caked girl’s eyes went wide in confusion, coughing wetly as she felt a bubbling from somewhere in her mouth.

She glanced towards the bowl. “Complimentary pop rox” did not bode well for her as she realized just how much soda she must have guzzled down less than a minute ago. The popping sound went off louder and made her tremble like there was a fireworks show going off in her throat.

“Ohhh you bitch! I am not fucking done with-”

With a huge snapping sound, Cupcake’s head went flying as her neck seemed to explode. The still conscious head wailed as it went flying and splatted down into the caramel pool, vanishing beneath its depths. Tootsie smirked at the headless body that collapsed limply to the floor without its head attached.

“Guess the better body won,” Tootsie Pawp chuckled, posing for the crowd with a foot planted on Tina’s back.

She blew a few kisses before she heard some heavy, angry breathing. She froze and looked towards the pool where a fully caramelized body with Frostina’s head on it stood glaring at her.

“Ohhh, Tiny. You get some work done?” Tootsie mocked with a smirk, acting like she wasn’t surprised she’d got up from the move. Blowing her head off would have knocked out most girls she could think of.

“I’m gonna beat your ass and sell you as Halloween candy!” Frostina raged as she went charging out of the pool at Toots.

Toots saw her coming in her blind, berserk charge, so it wasn’t too hard for her to sidestep the caramel Cupcake. She caught one of Tina’s clawing hands and kneed her hard in the pussy, making her double over in pain as her eyes watered.

“That’s two of your pussies I’ve busted in one night!” Pawp laughed as she threw Frostina to the floor in front of the audience.

She looked at the down and moaning Tina, considering trying to facesit her again. Remembering an earlier threat, she smirked and strolled away instead. She picked up Frostina’s original body of vanilla and cake, hefting up the limp form and dropping it ass-first over her detached face. Tina’s eyes went wide as her own cakey booty was used against her.

“Eat up, bitch! Not everybody gets to eat their own asshole!” Tootsie jeered.

The crowd cheered and hooted as Tina was left with no way out. Her old body even started humping on its own, instinctively grinding its ass and pussy into her face. She grimaced and her eyes rolled, even thinking she understood why her customers were so horny for her as she finally blacked out.

At last the bell rang, announcing Tootsie as the winner. The colorful candy stripper sighed and ran a hand through her messy, partially torn out braids. She posed seductively for the crowd and ran a hand over her pale clit.

“I think it’s time to test out the new equipment. Who’s up for a free dance from a winner?!”

Toots’ announcement was met with nothing but cheering volunteers.