Caption Pic: Netty's Carnival Catfight (Patreon)

Sort of a micro commission on this one, but felt like the best place to share it. Someone asked for a caption pic of Netty, my half-goblin half-minotaur, and stuck it onto an old reward piece. Always nice to get some short work and of my own OCs. 

I haven't done a caption in a while, despite messing around with Clipstudio a lot while I doodle. It's just I either get my own art done through here or I think it up already, or write a whole story that it inspires.

But short fics are definitely popular, as evidenced in the last month, so will see!

Original art by https://twitter.com/Loggus_doggus

Actual text: 

As varied as they could be, goblins and minotaurs were usually even-tempered races. Something about combining the two and raising the offspring at a traveling circus made for a particularly pushy and volatile mix.

“Fuck ya mean I’m stealin’ your customers?! I’m not doin’ shit ‘cept doin’ my job. Maybe people wanna pop the balloons more than they wanna do the skeeball shit.”

She glared back at the purplish-onyx skinned dark elf in front of her booth with her arms folded. She was marked with a series of bright white tattoos that contrasted her dark tone while matching her hair. They were commonplace among the carneys that worked at the Merrytyme Traveling Circus.

“So you yelling ‘Drop them balls and come bust these balloons?’ That wasn’t DIRECTLY tryin’ to undercut me within eyeshot?” the temperamental elf demanded.

“I call ‘em like I sees em. You got a problem with that, better give them somethin’ better to look at to get the rubes comin’ your way.”

Netty gulped down the last of her soda, raising an eyebrow at the clearly fuming drow. She’d picked up when trouble was coming, and she tossed her empty cup aside and hopped over her countertop with a notable jiggle to her big green udders.

“You got a big mouth, Nets,” the dark elf growled. “And a bigger ass that needs a kicking.”

“Kicking sure wasn’t what your boyfriend was doing to it last night!” Netty laughed mockingly.

The elf gave a furious snarl as she charged the shorter woman. Netty was just as ready to rumble and barged right into her. The monstergirls collided in a tangled mess as they hit the ground, tumbling a couple feet to one side until they were starting to roll down the hill nearby. Their fists and feet/hooves flew as they pulled on anything they could grab, much to the delight of the watching customers that hooted and shouted after them. The girls seemed to ignore them completely as their catfight turned into a full on brawl, kicking up the dust behind them until they were nothing but a cloud of dirt and blindly flying fists.