Fantastic Beauties Model Fight (reward story)

The result of my first freebie idea for Patreon backers. Their idea was a fantasy world's fashion magazine where the models get into a catfight at the debut party. I took some liberties with the species, and sort of covered things quicker than most of my stories, but not bad for a freebie! Thinking I'll toss the dice for another random backer's request soon. The size difference was fun to visit again, though I'll try not to resort to making all my centaurs Southern cowgirls despite how cute that is.

Fantastic Beauties was all shot, printed and ready to ship. The recent surge in popularity of the more exotic species (elves, dwarves, orcs, and such) left a new market open for the magazine and porn business. FB in particular was put together as a magazine to show off models of all races as a sampling variety for readers to enjoy. Ellen Turain had more than enough influence to make it happen and was planning on it making great strides for humanity growing to love and accept all other races. It was why she’d arranged the release party the day before it hit the stores, and it was why the various celebrities, investors and friends of the staff were getting along so great. Dwarves were laughing at orc jokes and fairies were sharing snacks and cocktails with ogres.  It turned out that the difference between the species wasn’t going to be much of a problem.

The thing she had overlooked was the egos of the models. While the guests were glad to overlook stereotypes and differences, the catty and spoiled stars of the magazine kept sharing bitter glares at each other. Meriel the elf glared over at Desira, the chesty red succubus that was flirting shamelessly around the punch bowl. Then there was Elsa the dwarf with her big ass hitting the bar, and that was before you even got into the massive rear end on Cala the centaur.

Even Winxy the pixie was fluttering around sneaking childish faces over at Brenda Brushspark the goblin. The guests didn't pick up on the tension in the air as the models started to zero in on each other.

"Norak," Meriel muttered curtly as she sipped her cocktail. The elf wore a silvery dress. She was just glad they hadn't stooped to the level of asking them to appear in their swimsuits from the shoot.

"Meriel," the big green woman replied lowly and with the venom a bit more blunt in her tone. She had dark hair done in elaborate braids that ran down her fit but sexy figure, resting strategically on her breasts and bare, muscular back of her own dress.

"You're looking... masculine," Meriel snickered before taking another sip. "Enjoying the party?"

"I was," Norak said with a shrug. "Then apparently one of the toothpicks started mouthing off to me." Her firm jaw broke into a charming grin at the quietly leering elf.

"Oh, in case you two were wondering..." Desira strode over, the red-skinned succubus smiling in her dark, sparkling dress. "I already checked for you. They keep the dog food in the back of the kitchen. I'm sure they'll give you some if you ask."

"Found it while you were shagging the entire staff, did you?" Meriel retorted nastily. "Can't you kind keep it in your pants long enough to make it through one night?"

Elsa the dwarf approached the gathering with her half-empty bottle of liquor (she was sharing it with others, but there were appearances to keep up to her people). "Why? So they can be a bunch of hundred-year old virgins like the elves?"

Meriel glared at the squat little redhead. "That movie was shit and you know it!" the elf hissed. "I'm sorry they can't all be dwarven classics like 'I Bet I Could Fit A Whole Keg Up There!"

Elsa growled and stepped aggressively closer. The women were already tense, and frankly, Winxy couldn’t help herself. The foot-high sprite fluttered over to where Norak and Desira were standing close together, casually nursing her bottle cap of champagne as she delivered a surprisingly hard slap to Desira’s ass.

The demoness whirled to face the she-orc with her face redder than usual. “Oh in your DREAMS, you buck-toothed thug!” She slapped Norak across the cheek, the startled orc snarling and grabbing her by a fistful of purple hair. Winxy tried to make herself scarce and enjoy the show as the powder keg went off. 

The loud clatter alerted everyone as Norak bounced Desira’s face off the nearest table and rattled all the silverware. “Don’t you touch me, you diseased little demon!” the orc shouted at her, but there were heavy footsteps as a pair of hands pulled back on her braids.

“Whoa there, ya green bitch! What do you think y'all’re doing?!” The busty blonde centaur Cala had trotted up behind her, grabbing the orc by her dreads and pulling her off of Desira. Norak turned to glare at the half-horse beauty, but Desira leaned back on the table and kicked her in the back. Norak went tumbling into Cala, her four legs unprepared to catch her full weight as the two of them went crashing into the nearby table. That sent the drinks resting there toppling over Meriel as well as Polly, the passing gnome model with the mass of thick orange-red curls the staff had spent over an hour working on. The spray of champagnes and ice waters got them both to shriek, and in the chaos and anger Meriel just turned and kicked the elegantly-dressed, four-foot tall woman in the tits.

"What what you're doing, you little runt!" Meriel snarled. She had started to turn to yell at the rest of them, but Polly's boobs were still jiggling when she stepped up and punched Meriel in the crotch. The tall, thin model let out a howl of pain as she fell to her knees, eyes and mouth popping wide open.

"Who's the runt when you're cut down to size, knife-ears?!" Polly snapped in her high-pitched voice. Her pink dress was off-center from the kick, much of her breasts and most of her bra visible to anyone who bothered to look (which by now was almost everyone). She grabbed the elf's elegant hair and started to slap her silly when she felt a pair of claws dig into her scalp.

"I've been wanting an excuse to get at you, you glory hogging shit!" Brenda the blonde goblin brought one slender green arm around Polly's throat in a clumsy attempt at a stranglehold, but her ripping away at the gnome's bright-colored hair did the real damage she was looking for. Polly screamed and kicked her stubby legs as she was dragged back and thrown into a few of the chairs by her similarly short rival. "That's for getting in my way at the beach shoot!" Brenda shouted at her. "OOF!"

The gorgeous goblin staggered as her broad, pronounced nose caught a thrown size 2 high-heeled shoe. "And that's for taking all the doughnuts at the service table, you ugly green hog!" Polly shouted back at her as she tried to drag herself up among the tablecloths and chairs.

Winxy giggled at the sight as she refreshed her tiny drink, fluttering nearby for a front row seat. "Ahh, those giant bitches. Suckers every time," she mused. Suddenly something whacked her from behind, sending her flying onto the table and landing flat on her face. She looked up to see Kurra the harpy glaring down at her with her hawk-like eyes and thin features apart from her big, barely-covered breasts and narrow wings resting on her hips.

"You meddling little piece of shit!" she scolded in her normally seductive and sweet voice. She raised her wing to slap her again, but Winxy grabbed a cup of coffee and threw it at her with her deceptive pixie strength. It splashed over her tits, shocking Kurra more than hurting her as Winxy made a break for it. She hopped off the table and tried to fly to safety, just for Desira to whip her forked tail and slap her out of the air.

"There you are! I could have had so much more camera time if they didn't have to waste it figuring out how to shoot a slutty speck like you!" She raised her foot and stomped on the downed fey, getting a deep groan out of Winxy. She bit into one of Desira's toes that were poking out of her shoe, getting the demoness to scream and step back off. Winxy immediately took off, flying up and punching the incoming Kurra in the pussy. That surprising strength was all concentrated into one blow, making the bird-like woman gasp and grab her groin.

Winxy whirled around and tried the save diving punch between Desira's legs, but the thick red thighs clamped shut around her. The pixie gasped for air as her long, strong legs squeezed around almost her entire body.

"Don't go between a succubus' legs unless you know what you're in for, gnat!"

Norak got to her feet and punched the intruding Cala in the face. The pretty blonde centaur’s head snapped from the heavy blow, but she bounced right back. “Oh, now you done gone and done it,” she snarled back, clopping noisily as she rose to all fours (all of her legs, in her case).

“Says the bitch who’s so stupid she needs her shoes nailed to her,” Norak sneered.

“Yea? At least I’m smart enough to count!” Cala lifted one of her hooves and stomped it down on the green beauty’s toes. “ONE!” Norak howled in pain, but was unable to pull back her foot before Cala stomped it again with her fists on her hips. “TWO! THR-”  The dwarf and elf models had chosen that time to tackle into each other, swinging and clawing wildly as they crashed into Cala’s horse-halved backside. Their combined bulk slammed into a table and sent plates, food and drinks flying over the scene. A bowl of soup splashed over Polly and Brenda as they went rolling past in a clawing ball, making their clothes stick to their skin.

Norak was looking pleased with herself when Kurra jumped onto her back. Her fingered wings were flapping as she kicked the brawny model’s legs out from under her. “Don’t think you’re getting off that easy! You sleep your way into this job, you greenskin skank?!” the harpy ranted at her in her furious and smokey voice. The orc caught her by one of her wings and flipped her over her shoulder, letting her crash down at her feet. The lightweight bird woman winced as she landed, but she sent a kick up between the muscular green woman's legs that dropped her to her knees.

Elsa shoved her way back to her feet, avoiding the thrashing legs of the startled centaur. The dwarf lunged for Meriel again, but the tumbling mass that was gnome (who just finished tearing off the last of Brenda's top) and goblin (who had her teeth on Polly's ear and her nails underneath her dress) in a brawl went flying by like a raging tumbleweed. Elsa tripped right over them, tangling her foot in Polly's grasp as they both went flying. A few dwarven curses were the only warning that Desira got, the succubus too absorbed in body scissoring her pesky pixie to notice in time. The four of them went crashing down, too riled up to keep from swinging at whoever was in their way.

Elsa mounted Desira as soon as possible, pulling on the devil's dress as she punched her in the face. She only stopped her attack when Winxy zipped over her and yanked on a handful of the dwarf's red curls. She shrieked and fell off of the succubus, flailing at the fey as she stumbled away. Desira was still groaning from the headshots when Polly leapt through the air and stomped on her bared tits. Desira screamed as the curvy little gnome started to bounce on her jugs.

"Leave it to a dirty demon slut to put the tramp into trampoline!" the pink-haired munchkin snapped.

Meriel had just stumbled back to her feet in the meantime. She turned to face Cala, but she had grabbed a nearby tray of snacks and smacked the elf upside the head with it. Crackers and tiny cakes flew through the air and pelted the various brawling models as Meriel fell flat on her face. She was seeing stars while Cala clopped back to her feet. She leaned her upper body down to grab the back of Meriel's dress and rip it off the elven beauty, leaving her completely nude.

"Ah shoulda known a trampy hippy like you would go natural!" the centaur snorted. She pressed a heavy hoof down on Meriel's pussy, making the slender elf scream and thrash beneath her. Cala smirked confidently until Brenda darted under the draped half-dress that was the style among centaurs. The goblin sank a punch into her equine crotch, making her shriek and nearly fall right on top of the busty green beauty.

Norak was still down from her own low blow when Polly pounced on her back, pulling her dreads line a set of reigns. The orc rose with a startled shout as she stood back up, but the dwarf rose and charged and shoulder checked her in the stomach. The big green woman flopped onto her back, getting a quick gag out of Polly as the orc’s broad back squashed her.

"Watch where you're falling, porky!" Elsa snarled. She grabbed the center of the Norak's dress and tore it open straight down the middle, her muscular green breasts spilling right out. "It would have torn after your fat ass was in there long enough!" the dwarf laughed. Norak blushed with a purplish shade, but she slugged the dwarf in the chin and grabbed her by the neck to slam her into the nearest table.

Desira was still keeping the fairy caught in her thighs when Kurra pounced on her. The lightweight avian girl clotheslined her with one of her powerful wings, knocking the succubus to the floor and stomping on her stomach.

"Can't keep anything out from between your legs, can you, slut?" Kurra accused. Desira snarled and grabbed Kurra by the throat, shutting her up in an instant and lifting up the lightweight woman. She chokeslammed her onto the table nearby, even as the feathered woman clawed off chunks of her dress.

"Looks like chicken bitch is back on the menu!" Desira snarled, starting to rip off the similarly light and loose dress from her latest attacker.

Cala went down from the low blow, ending up on all four of her knees with no good means to protect her crotch. Brenda jumped onto the Southern model's equine back, pulling on her top like a set of reigns. "No way I'm the last one to ride you, pony slut!" the goblin laughed cruelly, ripping at the centaur's blonde hair and clothes alike. That was when the sweaty and irate Winxy came shooting in her direction.

"Pick on someone your own size, green tits! Or even smaller!" Winxy shifted her flight path to dropkick the goblin in the the nose, sending her toppling over and landing her wide green ass in one of the few chair remaining standing near the brawl. Winxy went flying after her when she noticed too late that Meriel had lifted a large cake off of the dessert table. She smashed it frosting first on both the goblin and the fairy in one sloppy swipe, spraying them both with cake mess that positively buried the two smaller girls.

The elf was laughing at their sloppy display, both of the smaller fighters' tits falling out of their tops after that sloppy landing. "I'd say you two could use the food, but it's obvious you get fat before you get taller!" Meriel gloated. Polly the gnome was still winded nearby, but she staggered over to her, grabbed the elven dress around the waist and pulled down. There was a loud rip as Meriel blushed and her mithril-laced thong was bared to the staring crowd. Polly laughed while Meriel raised her foot to stomp her head in, but Brenda and Winxy threw aside their earlier issues just to tackle the taller elf.

Meriel screamed as the cake-covered foes smeared all over her, making her trip over Polly. All four of them went crashing into Norak and Ilsa's table, with their combined and clumsy mob of brawling supermodels even overpowering the thick green woman and her voluptuous dwarf. Kurra was rolling back and forth on their table with Desira when Cala blindly and furiously charged into them, tearing them both off the tablecloth in one galloping rush. With no one quite able to see where they were going, all of the combatants went crashing into the middle of the dining area, sending drinks and snacks falling all over their stripped naked bodies. They all groaned and wiped the mess from themselves as best they could, just starting to rekindle their rivalries when the floor shook beneath them.

"Hi, girls. Sorry I'm late. Air traffic was crazy." The group of filthy, naked models looked up at Trianne as she loomed over all of them. The massive red dragoness had to enter through the loading bay doors to fit get inside the building. She wore some carefully-placed lipstick over her jaws and a simple but classy dress big enough to cover a car was draped between her wings and over her sides for a pretense of modesty. "So what were we doing here? Part of some special release show?"

"Y-yea," Winxy muttered. There were grudges, and then there were things that just weren't worth picking a fight around the woman who could swallow the biggest of them. "Just..."

"Just an act! Hehe..." Cala agreed quickly. "Great show, huh everybody?" 

The crowd laughed and clapped as the girls blushed and grabbed whatever scraps of clothes they could (or failing that, tablecloths) and hurried off to wash up and change. Their publisher Ellen kept laughing and going along with it, just as convinced as everyone else that it was an elaborate prank or promotion for the magazine. A passing human man offered up a novelty-sized cocktail towards Trianne, who took it daintily between two of her claws and sipped at it.

"Thanks, sweetie," she said politely.

"So you're in the magazine too?" he asked conversationally.

"Well aren't you're sweet to say! But yes! I've got a mountain range bikini shoot in there." She took another sip and nodded her head after the naked goblin and gnome arguing over who got the ladies room first. "I work with some of the nicest people, though. They're all such sweethearts, I swear."