Patron Reward: Playroom Toyfight

Another big-time donor's reward story. Several of the requests this month are longer than the expected 5 pages, so not all of them will be posted this month. This one's  

a pretty  fresh take on your standard jealousy catfight story as a bunch of female dolls, action figures and toys fight over who gets to be their kid’s favorite. Catfighting Barbie trying to break their rival’s warranty.

Definitely took some inspiration off Toy Story, particularly when Buzz and Woody just beat the crap out of each other under the car for a while and the weird physics that came with that. I had some laughs making this one, but I was endlessly amused by a sock monkey named Ringo shouting “OH SNAP! DOLL FIGHT!”

Christmas had been good to the Myers kids. They had more toys than they knew what to do with, leaving old and new ones laying around their playroom. They finally became too tired to play any longer, leaving their things strewn about the floor as they dragged themselves to bed. With the lights out and the house going quiet, Barbie raised her head.

“We’re clear,” she hissed as her stiff plastic limbs pushed herself up. One of the yoyos tossed itself off the dresser, flicking the lightswitch back on. The various dolls, plushes, action figures and other toys gathered near the middle of the room. Barbie in particular fixed her gaze on the exotic and better articulated doll, a wide-eyed brunette doll with distinctly made-in-Japan face and curves.

“So I see we have some new faces,” Barbie spoke up clearly. She was dressed in the dulled blue and pink cheerleader outfit she'd been left in last time the kids used her. “I think we need to establish a few things for them… like the pecking order around here.”

“And what does that mean?” Yuki asked. The nearly life-like doll folded her many-jointed arms beneath her actually malleable breasts and shifting her silky new dress.

“It means you don’t know better, but I’m Melissa’s favorite toy. She’s gonna like playing with you for now, but don’t go getting any big ideas. She’ll toss you aside and come back to me in no time,” Barbie gloated, shoving a plastic finger into the bust of her new rival.

“So you’re just jealous? That’s what you wanted to say?” Yuki scoffed. “As if there’s any comparison. Retro trash like you can’t even compare.”

“What’d you say, you miniature blowup doll?” Barbie growled, but she was suddenly bumped aside by a woman with fiery red hair sheared into a crewcut.

“Hey! What’s that about being the favorite!?” Riot snapped. “She barely touches you anymore while she writes a whole playlist for me and the band!” She pointed aggressively back at the plastic stage where a monkey clanged some cymbals and a wind-up frog tooted a tiny saxophone.

“You’re all full of it!” huffed curvy teddy bear in a pink bikini, her stuffing pushed up to fill out her top. “Which one of us gets the most bed action around here?

“Please! I’m the one who can actually talk to her!” snapped I-Genie. The toy resembling a teenager with a miniature touchpad for a face stomped over, planting her hands on her hips as a real twenty-something tv high schooler’s face appeared on her screen. “So you girls can move over before I tell the humans to toss the rest of you out the window.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” growled Mean Tina, the brightly colored but scuffed up action figure of some forgotten wrestler they’d picked up at a garage sale.

“I can get rid of any of you bitches!” Barbie hissed. “Don’t even ask what I had to do to get that Lego skank lost under the couch.”

With a bitter scowl, Yuki slapped Barbie across the face. Her head spun completely around on her neck as a few of the other toys gasped. Barbie grabbed and twisted her head back into place, glaring at her newest rival for playtime. 

“You stupid foreign piece of junk!” she snarled, pouncing on Yuki. She pulled at her artificial hair as Mrs. Bear yanked Barbie off, just to get elbowed in one of her breasts. She huffed and backed off as Yuki kicked Barbie in her featureless crotch, still getting her to moan and bend over. Tina and Riot jumped on the Japanese doll in Barbie’s place as I-Genie tackled Barbie down, the female toys breaking into a wild brawl over the spot of favorite toy.

“Oh snap!” Ringo the sock monkey shouted to the rest of the room. “Doll fight, gang! Doll fight!”

The roomful of toys quickly spread out, giving the brawling girl toys room to fight it out. I-Genie’s photographic face appeared with a frustrated snarl as she slapped Barbie’s head around. Her head squeaks quietly as it rocked from side to side, but she raised a let and kicked the rival doll in the stomach. She went stumbling back until she crashed into a dollhouse, where Barbie grabbed her by the hair.

“See who’s name is on this house?” Barbie hissed as she stormed after her. She popped the latch off the side and swung it open to reveal the bisected toy house. She shoved I-Genie’s head into the bathroom before slamming the house’s hatched half shut on her torso, getting her to give digitally staticy scream. “This is BARBIE’S house, bitch!”

Yuki flailed at her attackers, the wrestler and the punk rocker punching and stomping down at her. The Japanese doll grabbed their brightly colored hair and banged their heads together before shoving them off, dragging herself to her knees while they were knocked silly. 

“What’s it take for you donation bin rejects to see that I’M in charge now!?” The Asian toy kicked Mean Tina in the stomach. Her messy rainbow of hair flew past her face as she grunted and doubled up, covering her bare midriff between her spandex pants and torn up tank top. Yuki swung for a slap at Riot, but she caught her wrist and twisted her hand in a complete circle at the wrist. Yuki screamed in pain as the joint noisily crackled along the way.

“Cheap foreign junk,” Riot scoffed. “Let’s see just how many points of articulation you’ve got in there!”

There was a comical pop as Riot yanked on one of Yuki’s fingers, popping the detailed piece of plastic out of the socket. Yuki screamed and recoiled, clutching her hand with the simple peg at where her second knuckle (and lots of blood) would be on a person.

“You bitch! Do you know how much I cost!?” Yuki hissed. She came swinging at Riot, but the rocker sidestepped her and tripped her with an extended boot.

“You think you can beat me fresh out of the box?” Riot laughed mockingly. She was quickly cut off as Tina slammed her over the back with a chair. She preferred to work with a folding chair, but the frilly pink tea set’s chair had to do for now.

“Nobody messes with the champ!” Tina laughed as she drove one of the legs down on Riot’s head. Her mostly hollow plastic wheezed as it caved inward, bent out of shape under the intense pressure. The rocker doll herself screamed and flailed around until Miss Bear grabbed Tina by the head, lifting her off her flailing feet.

“You were a champ in the 80’s, you dumbass skank. The person you’re based on died of an overdose in the 90s!” the fluffy toy snarled, shaking Tina around a few times before hurling her over by the action figures. She bounced off a plastic castle, dazed as she tried to help herself up along the wall. Mrs. Bear stormed after her and shoved her under the front doorway, stomping the button that made the iron gates slam down on her back. Tina wailed at the top of her lungs (or whatever made her talk) as her squishy plastic torso was squashed flat.

The big plush was pleased with herself until she felt a sharp pain in her side. She yelped before looking down to see a piece of pink plastic sticking out of her underarm. She looked back to see that Barbie had rammed one of her life-sized plastic hairbrushes right through her side, rapidly tearing out wads of stuffing with her bare hands.

“Hey! That’s my tit-stuffing you’re touchin’ there!” Miss Bear shouted. She turned around sharply and backhanded Barbie away.

“You’re always hogging her attention!” Barbie hissed venomously.

“And you’re the spoiled brand-name princess who can’t take a hint and step down!” Bear snapped back.

“Did somebody call?” chimed a musical voice. A two-inch figurine of Ariel hopped out from one of the castle towers. She looked around at the mayhem, bit her lip and ducked back inside. “Nevermind. I’m outie.”

“There’s only room for once princess here!”

There was an intimidating little clacking as Power Princess stepped forward. The superheroine with pink spandex, buff arms and a gold tiara planted her magical plastic sword into the carpet as she smirked at the new challengers to her land.

“Says you, bitch!” She suddenly went flying as a Twilight Sparkle from My Little Pony barged in, ramming her with a horn to send her flying into the nearby toybox. Her sword flew from her hands as her arm itself popped out of its socket, bouncing dully off the floor.

“AHH! I’m supposed to be unbreakable!” PP shouted.

“Your character is, not your figure,” Bear groaned. “How many times do…?”

“For Equestria!! RAAAH!” Twilight rammed into the bear and swept her off her feed, leaking more stuffing around the room while the plush tore off one of the berserking pony’s wings.

Barbie and Yuki spotted each other again among the chaotic toy fight. They locked their glaring eyes as they stormed towards each other. 

“Playtime is over, you plastic-titted bitch!” Yuki snarled. She cracked her remaining knuckles and threw a hard punch at Barbie’s face, but the popular blonde blocked it with her forearm. She grabbed the expensive import doll by her tits and squeezed the surprisingly lifelike rack. Yuki shrieked and returned the favor, jamming her nails Barbie’s firmer (but no less sensitive) breasts.

“I’m going to break your back AND your warranty, you overpriced miniature sex doll!” Barbie shouted as she kicked the legs out from under Yuki. She landed on top of her and started slapping her tits around, acting trying to knock them out of place while leaving scratches in the soft plastic of her chest. Yuki lashed out and pulled a hunk of hair, the soft material tearing right out of the blonde doll’s scalp.

“AHH! My hair! You bitch!” Barbie shouted. She reached for her newest rival again, ready to claw up her face when she suddenly gasped instead. Riot wrapped the chord to the toy microphone around her neck, dragging her off the Asian toy. The beating she had taken before left Riot’s head warped out of shape, the indentation from the heavy attack still mashed into the side of her face.

“You days in the spotlight are over, slut!” Riot snarled as she pulled the gagging blonde after her. “This’ my show now!”

“Not with an ugly headpiece like that you’re not!” Barbie hissed back as she pulled on the thick cable. Riot threw her against the stage of her playset, a wide pink and black stage where her band of wind-up toys had scurried off. They had left their instruments behind, so Riot quickly grabbed one of the monkey’s cymbals and smashed it noisily over Barbie’s head. The blonde reeled and crumbled to the carpet, sitting dizzily against the bottom of the stage.

Yuki dragged herself up just as I-Genie grabbed her from behind. Her cracked screen gave her furious-looking footage of a face an especially menacing look as she hoisted Yuki up by her collar and headbutted her into the plexiglass.

“I’m not getting replaced by you outdated whores!” Genie growled as Yuki stumbled dizzily. She fumbled for something to catch herself, bracing a hand on a loosely sealed jar next to her. Thinking on her feet, she ripped off the lid and swung it across I-Genie’s face. The digital doll staggered as Yuki paused to read the label advertising it as “Slime Time.”

She didn’t have much time to process that fact as Twilight Sparkly ran past, ramming her with a shoulder and sending the Japanese doll into her newly opened mess. The thick and sticky green goo clung to her clothes, staining them instantly. She rose to her knees, just for her robe to get pulled off her and expose her battered and naked body. 

Barbie feebly shielded herself from Riot’s assault, raising her arms as the rocker tore into her with her instruments. She finally went to the heavier plastic guitar, raising it over her head and smashing down on Barbie’s arm. Her forearm bent and nearly snapped off as the guitar kept going and crushed her breast, pushing the plastic bump back as it indented into her hollow torso.

“My tit! You stupid fucking bitch!” Barbie shrieked as her partly mangled arm cradled her aching chest.

“Who cares? They’re fake anyway!” Riot laughed. Barbie gave her a furious glare and kicked her between her legs, stunning the mouthy rocker on the spot. Barbie rose to her feet and lifted her rival doll, whirling around and body slamming her back down. She landed on top of her as she slammed her back right across a stray Lego bright, making the redhead screech in pain. They were painful enough to step on, but even worse when the pegs were the size of one of your eyes.

“I’ll deal with you later,” Barbie growled. She turned back to see Yuki getting to her feet in the neon green tub of slime. She saw red as she charged at her and tackled her down, bring the Asian toy back into the sticky mess. They shrieked and cursed as they tore at each other, Barbie’s clothes quickly vanishing in the mess just like Yuki’s had. Yuki shoved Barbie’s face into the slime, grinding her into it until Barbie gouged her nails into Yuki’s pussy. She howled and recoiled as Barbie grabbed her slimy hair and started punching the new toy’s face in. Both girls’ filthy bodies were showing their share of dents and scrapes when Yuki caught Barbie by her wrist, twisting around so she pulled her arm between her legs. With a quick burst of leverage, Yuki tore at it hard enough to rip the arm’s joint out of the socket. Barbie screamed as her plastic limb popped out and Yuki smacked her across the face with her own arm.

“You cheap knockoff! They won’t even find your pieces when I’m through!” Yuki raged.

“You’re going to give my kids nightmares when they see what I did!” Barbie snarled. With her limb free, she pulled on Yuki’s leg, tripping her into the muck once again. She climbed on top of her while she was trying to get unstuck, sitting against the edge of the jar and wrapping her thick thighs around Yuki’s neck. She squeezed them tightly as Yuki gasped, slapping and clawing at her thighs.

“Let go! Stop!” Yuki shouted desperately. She started to bite at Barbie’s legs, but the blonde winced as she focused on squeezing harder and harder until… POP!

Yuki gave a shout as her head flew off her neck, leaving just the stump that attached the two parts together. It bounced off the edge of the slime jar before rolling onto the carpet. Her body fell limp without it, but the head glared back at Barbie.

“How… how dare you!? Get over here and I’ll bite that ugly joke of a pussy off you!” Yuki threatened despite her position.

“Ha! Fat chance. Let me turn these other girls into spare parts before I leave you at the bottom of the toybox…”

Barbie started to wipe the sludge off her and look for her next target when Ringo spoke up again.

“Humans incoming!” he called from a crack in the door. “Everybody down!”

Everyone hurried to get back into place, but the girls had been too caught up on their fight. They got as close as they could to their spots before falling limply back into their idle forms. The human Dad stepped in and sighed.

“Oh c’mon. Did the kids leave the door open again? Dog must’ve got in…” 

Fortunately, Dad was a handy sort of guy. He could patch up just about anything, whether it needed some glue, a screwdriver, or just a needle and thread. Even all the scratches and bites could get filled in and filed out in his little workshop. He started gathering the banged up toys to piece them together before the kids could find out in the morning.

“Don’t worry, girls,” he mused as he tucked them into the crook of his arm. “I’ll get you back in one piece and you’ll be playing again in no time.”