Moon Elf Catfight (Patreon)

A suuuuuper last-second idea for today. I felt like a fight story but had a lot of wrestling last month with Pizza Thot, so wanted something a bit fancier. I wrote about moon elves once in the past for their own fantasy setting and they were fun enough that I wanted to revisit them for a long time. Some folks been asking for a catfight with them for a while, so an ultra-horny, slightly magical catfight felt perfect. These short and quick pieces have been really good to help shake off some rust lately while I peck at bigger pieces.

Not a lot you need to know. The onlookers explain most of it, but my take on moon elves are they’re impossibly slutty and get horny from the slightest physical contact. And since they hate and can’t breed with each other due to a massive curse, they need to mate with other species to encourage/validate their slutty reputation. They CAN be perfectly nice people, like the sleazy but good-hearted Titsiana from Moon Elf Reputation. These two bitches definitely aren’t, though.

“Yo, dude! You gotta come watch this!”

Davish, the grinning halfling wizard, nudged his guildmate in the knee. The massively wide orc looked back at him quizzically.

“Why? What’s happening?”

“Nothing yet, but there’s two moon elves in town and they’re heading down the same street. Everyone’s waiting. We GOTTA check this out! Hurry!”

“I don’t get it, but alright,” the broad orc grunted as he sat up from the table. He followed his runty teammate anyway, since they were still resting up from their last quest.

“Okay, so…” the halfling rambled as they walked briskly. “You know moon elves, yea?”

“The sluts. Right.” The fat green man nodded, feeling entirely justified by his presumptions. Davish certainly didn’t correct him. Moon elves were famously attracted to anything and got horny with the right amount of eye contact.

“Yea, purple titty monsters with the tats,” Davish quickly confirmed. “But you don’t know why they’re like that?”

The orc shook his head.

“So the legend goes that they were such a decadent and irresponsible subspecies of elves that the fertility goddess cursed their bloodline. They would be forever bimbos, sluts and fuckbois…”

“Yea, this sounds like legendary talk,” Togo joked.

“But they would neve be attracted to one another. A moon elf would always find a moon elf to be ugly so they had to leave their hedonistic seclusion if they were to survive as a species. Think about it! Never able to tell their wives they’re pretty or even their own kids! Imagine what that does to your ego! It was a massive wedge that drove their people away from each other into the wandering sluts they are.”

“So we’re going to watch two of them meet because it’s… a monumental occasion?” the orc guessed.

“Fuck no. They are absolutely going to catfight. Guaranteed, dude.”

The warrior was about to doubt his claim when a haughty woman’s voice shouted from somewhere up ahead.

“What audacious trash did thou just say, bitch!?” one moon elf bimbo shouted at another.

“How dare you call me that, you wickedly ugly old sow!” the other replied.

“See? This shit’s hilarious,” Davin grinned as he hurried into a decent spot among the growing crowd. “They talk like if Snakespear wrote trashy porn novels.”

It was difficult to take any moon elf seriously at first glance. Many had become quite successful adventurers, but spending centuries alone in the woods doing nothing but drinking and fucking whatever they could find had certainly resulted in some strange cultural norms.

For example, consider Phelicia Knightly and Jiggline Cocksmith. Their names alone varied from stripperific to outright pornographic and it didn’t stop there. Their pretentious ways of speaking failed to veil the fact that they wore next to nothing over their chalky pale skin. They were thin with some slight, lean muscle, but uncannily thick tits and asses for their weight. They had the classic long, pointed ears of all elves and rune-like tattoos were here and there on their body.

Phel was dressed in a chainmail bikini, a series of lightweight woven metal rings that failed to cover an entire breast or even reach her thighs on the lower half. Her silver-colored hair ran down her back in lengthy twintails that reached her hips, creating a rather cute and flirty look despite her stern expression crossing her pouty lips and elegantly made-up face.  Her most prominent tattoo were the complex, bright green lines printed over her melon-sized breasts, each ending in a pair of arrows pointing down into her cleavage. A long staff of brass tipped with a gemstone was the only indication that she was an actual sorceress and not a fantasy-themed stripper.

Across from her and very similarly built was Jiggline, or Jig to her few friends/fuckbuddies. Her overly sexual figure was dressed in animal skins that were similarly revealing to Phel’s, and necklaces of beads and fangs dangled in her cleavage in a desperate attempt to convince you she was a druid. The fact that the naturalistic clothing was dyed a peppy pink didn’t sell it especially well. Tattoos resembling ritualized bite or claw marks were common on her exposed body, with carefully placed eyeliner giving her a faintly cat-like appearance to her eyes. Traditional elven fertility sigils were visible just around her womb and (more inexplicably) just above the curve of her ass in a tramp stamp. Golden blonde hair was carefully preened into a series of curls that rested on her back and cleavage.

“I am NOT ugly!” Jiggline shouted back at the clearly sore subject. “I hath lain with dozens of capable mates in my last village.”

“I am sure it made you quite the coin, wench,” Phelicia scoffed. “Mine lasteth collection of lovers were truly noble tales of passion and romance worthy of song.”

“So are they bragging or insulting each other…?” the orc asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt the angry escalation.

“It’s usually a little of both,” Davin explained as he summoned a bag of popcorn into his lap and started eating. “These bitches be crazy. Who still talks like that?”

“You should find new haven, cocksucking scoundrel,” Phelicia threatened. “Lest you taste my magical might!”

“Bah! The wrath of nature outweighs any spellcaster. Especially a fatassed trollop like you!” the druid countered.

The sorceress snarled at that, but rather than produce any sort of spell she thrust her staff out, ramming it into Jiggline’s stomach. She huffed and bent over, the act of which nearly hurled her entire ass and breasts out of her animal skins. The gathered onlookers laughed and cheered at her slutty position that more than a few of them had seen her in during more private circumstances.

“I see your mouth is the only capable part of you,” Phel snapped as she grabbed Jiggline’s curly hair. She drove a knee up into her chin, sending her head snapping back and the druid tumbling over to the dusty road. She groaned and shook her head in a daze as Phel strode over to her, her high-heeled boots trotting firmly across the dirt.

Jig glared at her own hated kind and threw her foot up suddenly, kicking Phel squarely in the pussy. She huffed and crossed her thick thighs as her confident face suddenly warped into a gaping look of agony.

“T’would but your armor actually served a purpose, you boastful twat!” Jig snapped as Phel crumbled to her knees. The druid got back to her knees and tackled into her, the two angry and aching ladies rolling through the dirty road and tearing at each other’s hair and clothes.

“So do they even know magic? I thought this was about magic,” Togo pointed out, taking some of his friend’s popcorn in a broad hand.

“Dude, shut up. They’re pulling hair,” the halfling corrected.

Jig landed on top of her sorceress foe when they came to a halt, but Phelicia thrust her palm into her rival’s breast. Her hand glowed red for a moment before a small burst of fire shot out of her hand, immediately incinerating Jig’s top into ashes. The higher moon elf gasped and threw her hands over her breasts and hard, gray nipples. From the way she was groping herself, it seemed more out of surprise and arousal at her exposure than from any sense of modesty.

“More befitting a harlot to beasts like thyself!” Phel snapped as she shoved Jig’s hands aside. She buried her carefully painted fingernails into her nipples and pulled viciously, getting the druid to shriek in pain.

“STOP! Fuck! Ow ow ow owwww~!” she whined in a sudden break in her roughly traditional accent. Her mouth hung open, panting as she pulled at Phel’s wrists. She couldn’t rip the sorceress loose before her eyes rolled back and she shuddered, squirting an unexpected orgasm over her opponent’s groin and belly. Her breasts jiggled wildly, held in place only by her rival’s talons.

“I knew you were a cheap harlot! So easily broken that-” Phel began to gloat from beneath her foe, even as she was sticky with her pussy juices. Jig’s hand suddenly glowed green before she swept her hand across Phel’s chest, sprouting claws of pure glowing magic that sliced her armor to a mere mess of scrap metal beneath her.

“You think me a virginal wench? I have charmed half-giants that grope rougher than thou!” Jig gloated as she slapped Phel across her breasts. Moon elves were known to get horny from simply bumping into someone on the streets, so even with her boiling hatred for the pinning druid, a shudder of arousal ran through Phel’s abused tits and into the rest of her libido-driven body.

Jig shoved a hand at Phel’s head, and while she winced the druid’s palm went right past her. She touched the ground and backed off, seemingly freeing Phel from her pin. The elven sorceress instead heard the ground crack as several thick roots grew from the ground, grabbing her wrists and holding her down.

“Cheating ye olde slut! How dare thee!” Phelicia shouted. She kicked and squirmed, but not especially hard considering that rubbing her thighs together just turned her on more.

“I warned that you were powerless to stop me,” Jiggline boasted as she stepped around her opponent. She squatted over Phel’s head, sticking out her thick booty while her loincloth fell over the sorceress’ face. She twerked confidently in front of the crowd, grinding her pussy over Phel’s face.

“That’s right! Taste mine WAP, thou honorless bedwarmer!” her tormentor gloated. Phel sputtered on her leftover cum and thrashed but another root simply rose from the ground and thrust into her spread legs. With a high-pitched wail, the sorceress arched her back and squirted messily, spraying her cum several inches past the tightly packed root.

“So they’re just gonna like… hategasm through all of this?” the orc pried.

“Hopefully! They go into heat at the drop of a hat, so why wouldn’t they?”

“Awesome.”

“Doth thou yield now to the superior lover?” Jiggline gloated as she mashed her groin into Phel’s face. As the vines’ spell weakened, the sorceress just grabbed her by the thighs and bit into her pussy, sending another mix of shock and pleasure through her opponent.

“Doubt not my arcane tongue!” Phelicia growled around her mouthful of pussy flesh. Jiggline wailed as the sorceress kicked the fading roots away from her, rolling over to mount the druid. She shoved her back until her shoulders were entirely balanced on the ground, forcing her to spread eagle in an upside-down position. Her loincloth fell off with ease, exposing her naked twat to her foe and the appreciative audience.

With her thighs properly (and easily) spread, Phel started punching and slapped at her pussy as fast and hard as she could. It was nothing especially powerful coming from the spellcaster, but it still made Jiggline cry out and her whole body buck. Her fists connected with wet splats as her leftover cum and freshly spilling juices started to run down her lean abs.

“If you’re so proud of this miserable twat, I shall take it from you!” Phel threatened right before her knuckles crushed her target’s clit between two of them. Jig wailed at the top of her lungs as her body shook again, the painful orgasm spraying a short distance before falling over her own tits and face like a miniature fountain.

It served as like a bukkake of a wakeup call as Jig spat out some of her own cum. She clamped her legs around Phel’s head, thick thighs squeezing her as she rolled over and threw her to the ground. Her head scissor clamped tightly as she tried to squeeze the breath out of her struggling foe.

“Yield, ye cum-brained mongrel!” Jiggline panted. Even as she tried to suffocate her rival with her legs, she left one hand to roam over her chest and rub her stiff nipples. She bucked her hips to hump Phelicia’s head at a slow rhythm just to keep her urges in check. Even the moon elves’ cursed disgust for one another was weaker than their legendary libidos.

“Mmf! N-never!” Phelicia rambled. The head scissor wasn’t especially tight, even with their experienced thighs, but just being this close to a vagina that wasn’t her own was making the sorceress horny and lightheaded. Her protests came with deep swallows and long licks, her lips and tongue brushing against Jiggline’s thighs and labia. The druid pulled on her hair, burying her deeper between her legs. The sensation alone reminded Phelicia of her many previous sexcapades, getting her eyes to roll and a long moan to escape her throat. Both elven women were still clawing at each other as they orgasmed again, starting to leave wet patches of mud in their wake from all the uncontrollable orgasms.

“You… you mana-less bitch,” Phelicia panted. The sweat and cum-soaked elf conjured a golden glow into her hand and shot a beam of light into Jiggline’s nearby groin. She gasped loudly as she was blown back, clutching her crotch as the blast kept attacking her snatch. The stinging vibrations knocked another orgasm out of her, pummeling her clit until she doubled over and howled madly. A second squirt followed immediately after, steaming against the heated beam.

“Why you… glorified magic nerd!” Jiggline seethed. She gave an authoritative flick of her fingers and the earth beneath Phelicia formed into a large stone fist. It uppercutted the sorceress right in the pussy, launching her a few inches into the air with an agonized howl. Her cum trailed after her like a leaking firework, just for the earthen hand to grab her by the leg. It swung her back down, flattening out her massive breasts beneath her as she landed on her chest. Phelicia gave a husky grunt as milk squirted out from beneath her, shuddering as her pussy emitted its own horny juices.

By now the town guard had arrived, only to sit back with the crowd and enjoy the show. The girls flung a few half-hearted attempts at spells at each other, beating the cum out of their rival over and over. They were both sweating, sore and sexually exhausted after their long battle and soon both on their knees. Their pussies were leaking non-stop as their wild libidos seemed to be enjoying their violent competition, egging them on even harder than their wounded pride. They struggled just to stay on their knees, so they were leaning into each other to prop themselves up. Their huge breasts mashed together like colliding slimes, sliding and molding their shape to fit their constantly altering angles.

“Filthy harlot,” Phelicia growled, baring her teeth in her rival’s face. She bit into Jiggline’s lip, getting them both to shiver and a tiny orgasm to escape between both of their legs.

“Insatiable wench,” Jiggline spat back. The spray of wetness on Phelicia’s face made her moan and tremble, and the sight of the fluid running down her face drew a needy sigh from Jig’s throat. Seeing they were in the final moments of their limitations, Phel grabbed her foe by the hair and dragged her down. Jig managed to squirm her sweaty body out of her rival’s weary grip, getting them to fall in opposite directions. They both landed on their chests, turning to face their opponent’s juicy asses. Unable to think of anything else, they grabbed their rival’s cheeks and squeezed with their manicured nails.

Both elves shrieked in rage and pain as their bodies shook with lust. Jig pursed her lips and focused on her druidic training. She had only started to learn how to shapeshift into animals, but she knew some of the basics. Tapping into those lessons, she performed what little change she could think of; she morphed her tongue into that of a frog’s and lashed out with it. She buried the two-foot long tongue into Phel’s asshole, eating her out aggressively while biting into her ass cheeks.

Phel cried out in a mix of lust and discomfort, but she had managed to spot her discarded staff from earlier. She made her own take on Jig’s attack and thrust the smoothly polished end of it into the druid’s ass. Both ladies panted and moaned as they fucked each other’s tight but sensitive asses, stirring their staff or tongue around roughly to humiliate and try to break the other moon elf. They came again and again, until a thick pool of their juices was spreading beneath them. They bit and clawed at each other’s ass cheeks for the slightest edge, but the spreading smell of sex drove them even further into their own heat.

The trashy adventurers finally arched their backs, thrusting their hips back into their opponent’s attentions as they gave a lusty shout in unison. A short-lived waterfall of cum sprayed violently out of each of their pussies as they posed like beasts in heat, eyes shut and mouths open wide before they collapsed into their own mud and cum.

“I’m not sure when this became fucking instead of fighting… or if it ever did,” Davin admitted.

“Great show either way. I gotta adventure with a moon elf some time.” His fighter friend sat back up and stretched. “Anyways, I’m meeting a guild guy about my hero license. Let me know if this pops up again.”

“I mean there was that lady who stopped by the guild last month. Analia was actually a huge sweetheart compared to these two...”

As the crowd dispersed, seeing the fight was over, the panting elves regained focus enough to flop over and look back at each other. The road’s dirt clung to their sticky skin as they stared at each other vacantly.

“Thou dost seem to know what you art doing,” Jig admitted wearily. “Rarely has one kept me satisfied so rapidly and consistently.”

“As do you,” the sorceress replied with a tired grin. “I have come back from grand adventures less sore than this. Though far less pleasantly.” Phel rubbed a hand over her stinging breasts, scratched and sore from the druid’s attacks. She still shuddered at the conflicting reaction her body had to the sexualized pain.

Jig nodded listlessly. “Art thou new in town? Should you desire, I have lodging at The Yielding Nymph with a spare bed.”

Phelicia considered this for a moment. Her head was spinning, but a moon elf rooming with a moon elf could only lead to so many results. Constant, wild hate-sex or shouting, bitter conflict. Either way, it did sound like a passionate night, and moon elves were all about passion…

“And where might I find this lodging, my good strumpet?”