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Sexfight For The Throne
By killer2319

The Mushroom Kingdom was in chaos, and it's people in disarray. The old queen was dead. As we must rush towards matters at hand, and the full story of how this came to pass, would consume hours to tell, I'm afraid I'm going to have to make a long introduction short: The queen, was extremely fond of conflict.

Even in major court sessions, such as over land and such, would hardly resolve anything, and would almost always allow the men or women in dispute to settle the matter themselves. Such happened to be the case as such a dire situation as to whom would inherit the throne after her death. Her final will over these matters was indecisive, stating only that the throne and all her worldly possessions would "go to either Princess Peach, or Princess Daisy."

When Mario was questioned on the matter, he refused to make a decision. He knew that, no matter who he chose, he would be forced to face the other's wrath, a position he was unwilling to place himself in. Peach sat alone in her magenta evening gown, staring blankly at the wooden floorboards of her bedroom chamber.

Thoughts swirled around in her head, like dust in the wind. She glanced up at the sound of her door opening, and nearly jumped to her feet. Daisy entered Peach's room, then silently locked the door as it closed. Nothing but obscenities and unpleasant comments had passed between them since the day the queen had died.

"Bitch!" Peach nearly screamed. "What the hell are you doing? Get out!"

"You know they'll never make a decision on their own." Daisy stated, ignoring Peach's comment. "It's up to us to settle who should be queen."

Peach passed on commenting, though she silently agreed. It had been weeks since the queen died, and nobody was any closer to a decision now than they were then. With little surprise, she understood the reason for her coming. "Mario doesn't want just one of us." Daisy continued, walking slowly towards Peach. Her own long evening gown, the color of an orange sunset, brushed against the ground as she moved. "He wants the one with the larger breasts, the stronger clit. He wants the one who can give him the most pleasure."

Peach wished she thought differently, but she knew Daisy was again correct. Mario was, unfortunately, indifferent as to whom his bride was. He was equally infatuated with both women, and he would be happiest with the one who could give him the most pleasure. Daisy stopped her advance once she and Peach stood nearly breast to breast. Their perfumes wafted and mixed, combining with each other into one single, sexually erotic scent.

With every second the two women glared at each other, their resentment grew...yet so did their excitement. Peach realized with a start that she Wanted to test her body against her counterpart, and, although it was faint, Peach could sense that Daisy's emotions were the same.

Daisy's hands sneaked through the folds of Peach's dress, wrapping around until she had a firm grip on her opponent's ass, pulling her in closer. Peach quickly returned the hold, slipping her fingers underneath the silk straps of Daisy's thong. They held each other in place for a moment, each feeling the other women's breasts through the fabric of their dresses. Their lips hung barely an inch apart. Each woman's baby blue eyes burned into the other's.

"Give up, slut!" Daisy spat. Her breasts dug harder against Peach's equal sized chest. "Give up now, and I won't make you suffer."

"You're the one who's going to suffer, after i get done fucking your little cunt off!" Peach retorted, pushing back.

Their fingers tightened on each other's asses. Their pussies began to leak. Their tits stiffened. Suddenly as if by some mutual, unspoken agreement, they pressed their faces together, locking their lips together tightly, tongues sliding up, down, and around each other, pushing together in the fused median of their lips. Their hands struggled inside the folds of one another's dresses, as if unsure of whether to begin ripping, or continue latching tighter and tighter around one another's ass.

Eventually the simultaneous, echoed sound of ripping fabric silenced their indecision. The undergarments were the first to go, shredded to bits by ferocious hands. The two princesses moaned in each other's mouths as their dresses were ripped apart, and skin finally found skin at last. Their desire to bring their bodies into direct cunt to cunt warefare was overpowering, but the need to enjoy their sexfight extensively was even stronger.

They reached towards one another's chest and began to massage each other's tits, first softly, then harder, then softer again, fingers dancing in a duel of sexual seduction.

"Mmmm..." Peach moaned, once their lips had finally disengaged. "Your tits are even smaller than I thought."

"Fuck you!" Daisy growled.

"All in due time." Peach replied. Both womens' hands rested firmly around one another's boobs;the massaging had ceased. "First, I want to test my breasts against yours, first with pleasure, then with pain."

Bring on all you've got, slut." Daisy accepte. "Because you don't have much!" Both women actually had large, D cup breasts, and they were determined to overcome the other.

Each woman grabbed the other's biceps, forming a cage wherein their massive tits were trapped, pushing out between their arms, with their nipples pointed directly at each other. Slowly, they pulled each other together. The buiilding heat and tension between their nude bodies sent shocks of erotic pleasure and pain. Peach lined her nipples up with Daisy's burning nips and, signaling with their eyes, the women pushed them together, tip to tip.

The women locked eyes and struggled to bring their raging bodies under control. Growling lustfully at each other, they held their nipples together, hoping to see the other woman's nipples shrivel up and surrender to the greater power of the other, to show them both who was the more powerful woman. Their nipples grew harder and strogher, they fused and pulsed together, but neither pair retreated from the other.

Staring deep into each other, the women prepared themselves for battle, then pushed hard. Their swollen nipples held tip to tip only for a moment, then slid past each other to bury themselves in the other woman's chest. Slowly, and with excruciating pleasure tinged with pain, the women pushed thier tits together, dense titflesh meeting for the first time.

Daisy and Peach pushed harder and harder, their firm tits both yielding and resisting, bulging up under the pressure but still remaining taught and strong. The women wimpered and moaned as they struggled, panting hard in each other's face. They pused nose to nose and forehead to forehead. Their nipples were buried deep within their combined titfleesh, each set of nipples boring into the other woman's breasts.

Daisy moved her tits around and around, rotating them on Peach's equally slick melons, trying to twist and tangle her hard nipples with Peach's matching pair. Peach began rotating her tits the other way, grinding bck, trying to drill down Daisy's orbs. Their tits pressed tight, compressed as hard as they could get, their dense titflesh trembling with effort and straining to crush, even as the women worked their boobs around and around. Wave after wave of burning pleasure filled thier bodies, driving the struggling princesses crazy with lust.

After several minutes of battling this way, neither able to wear down the other, Peach and Daisy both eased back slightly and began to slop their sweat slicked tits back and forth, up and down against one another, their nits sliding in, out, and around each other. Their tits slithered and slid, hard nipples stabbing and tangling, twisting together then springing apart. Pain and pleasure combined to feed the desire burning through the veins of both enraged women. They pressed their bodies harder together, keeping their eyes locked and their faces pushed close. Their hot, slick bellies crushed and rubbed, deep navels sucking, then popping apart as they shifted.

The women's firm, warm thighs pushed and struggled against each other, occationally slipping between the other woman's legs, encouraging thier pussies to rub and suck against the smooth, taut flesh, prompting both women to raise their thighs into their enemy's wet cunt, encouraging the other to ride her enemy's leg. Peach's and Daisy's pussies continued to leak, a onstant trickle of juice keeping thier inner legs damp, sliding off the sweat, dripping down to the floor. Their grunts and groans and cries of effort became harder and sharper as the fight wore on. Their beautiful, battling bodies began to bead with sweat. Peach and Daisy cried out in mutual distress and frustration as their juices mixed upon thier legs.

The two princesses wanted so much to succumb, to lock their legs and their cunts together and fuck mindlessly until neither could stand it, but both women had yet to surrender, and their titfight was only half over. Daisy and Peach broke apart suddenly, each stumbling back a step as their tits finally disengaged. Their eyes scanned up and down one another's perfect bodies, rejoicing in the realization that their bodies were so equal, that each had found the woman that could match her body, her breasts, and both hoped with bated breath that their cunts would duel with equal strength and ferocity.

Peach and Daisy lunged, each woman grabbing the other firmly by her breasts. They cried out in pain as their bodies were again brought into direct contact, each woman digging her claws mercilessly into the other woman's titflesh. They struggled and writhed under one another's unforgiving, grip, pussies crushing and grinding as they struggled, arousal mixing slowly upon their legs.

"Fucking bitch!" Daisy screamed, sending a single, pelvic thrust into the front of Peach's cunt.

"Clit-licking slut!" Peach screeched back, returning her enemy's thrust, sending it low enough that her cunt nearly touched the base of Daisy's sex. "You started this fuckwar, and now you're going to suffer!"

"Stupid little whore!" Daisy retorted vehemently, digging her nails deeper into peach's tits, grimacing slightly as Peach followed suit. "My clit will suck yours dry!"

As the two women fought, quivering, struggling, moaning, they slowly made their way towards Peach's bed, eventually collapsing upon it's silken covers. Their bodies struggled viciously, claws never leaving one another's tits, but eventually Peach gained the top position within the quivering mass of sexual fury. Their struggling bodies entangled themselves within the silk bedsheets, greatly restricting their movement.

The two women entangled themselves further, locking thier legs, both women mercilessly ravaging each other's tits. Pinching, clawing, twisting, each getting closer to the point of absolute sexual hatred, struggling to gain an advantage over the other. Their eyes welled up with tears, but the clawing continued to rise in ferocity. The two oversexed women shrieked at each other in pain, each feeling their bodies begin to wear down.

"Stupid blond!"

"Little bitch!"

"Fucking whore!"

With a cry, each women released the other's left breast, instead sinking their claws into one another's boiling cunts. Both women screamed in agony, crystal tears mixing upon their beautiful faces, but neither woman relinquished thier hold on each other's sex. Their nails dug in deeper, both woman determined to make her opponent suffer a wores fat in their cunt-mauling affair. Their bodies continued to crush and rub, fiercely engaging in renewed combat.

The two princesses suffered through nearly two full minutes of cunt clawing before breaking apart, both screaming in hatred and whimpering in pain. They immediately switched into a position of direct sexual combat, each woman locking her right leg over her enemy's left, neither allowing the other the chance to recover.

With a frenzied cry of obsession, Peach and Daisy crushed their sexes into each other, bucking and grinding with such ferocious passion that both women nearly came immediately, but they managed to hold on. Peach ground hard, rotating her shaven, swollen twat clockwise around Daisy's pussy.

Daisy accepted the advancement of their duel, rotating her equally tender, shaven cunt counter-clockwise against Peach's sex, each woman moaning and screaming in beautiful defiance of the other. They grinded their hips viciously in opposite directions, then bucked ferociously. Their bodies arched sharply, asses held suspended in midair for several seconds as their marble-sized clits fused and pulsed together, pussy lips locking together passionately like lovers.

Peach and Daisy screamed as one, grinding down even faster as the final seconds of their orgasm elapsed. Peach gritted her teeth, dug her blood-speckled nails into the matress of her bed, but could hold on no longer. Her body exploded in the climax of a ferocious orgasm, foring cum and womanly arousal oozing between their still locked cunts.

Daisy slowly parted from Peach, smiling triumphantly... she still had yet to cum. Daisy raised herself slowly onto her knees, until her pussy hovered eyelevel with Peach's face. "Lick." she commanded, spreading the lips of her sex open with her thumb and forefinger.

Peach's eyes met Daisy's, shooting her with every ounce of venemous hatred within her body. Every inch of bloody defiance screamed for her to bite, to place her teeth around Daisy's twat and bite hard, but she didn't. She knew if she did, Daisy would follow suit, and she doubted her body could take much more. Obediantly, she began running her tongue around Daisy's lips, gliding across her clit, making Daisy squirm with absolute pleasure.

"That's it bitch! More! More!!!" Daisy screamed errotically. "I may just keep you on as my chambermaid!" Daisy felt the climax of her orgasm take hold. Swiftly, she grabbed her enemy by her hair, forcibly burying Peach's face within her pussy, forcing her mouth to fully cover Daisy's clit. She came violently, spewing cum in excess into Peach's open mouth. Even after the climax of her orgasm, she refused to relinquish her hold on Peach, and wouldn't let go until her counterpart passed out from lack of oxygen.

Then, with a quick and haughty glance around the room, walked out into the hall in all of her nude and busty glory, strolled casually down the lengthy cooridor that led to her own room, and sat down at her desk to begin preparing the speech she would give at the moment of her crowning.

The End