Pillow Fight!

Celeste skitishly backed away as Rho approached with slender muscles coiled as a spring. Smiling like a wolf before a snack, her aggressor reached for the angelic dessert, but only managed to brush the smaller woman's shoulder as she ducked away. Nara waited patiently in reserve but said "oh, give it up. You know you can't win." Her lips also curled with the smug of confidence.

In desperation, the dainty electrum-toned blonde reached for a weapon. Her hands found a lush throw pillow that she thought to make live up to its name. The flung pillow with its twirling tassels appeared to be enough of a distraction to let the delicate damsel scramble a few feet away. Upon reaching her more tactical position, the titmouse of a warrior reached for a plain white cushion almost as big as her. Her dainty form and determined face made her look all the more comical as she clutched her cotton claymore. "Careful Rho," chortled the male gambler, "that terrifying visage intends to fight back."

A terrifying visage indeed; the flimsy naked blonde, clutching her pillow as if it was a weapon, looked more like a roaring kitten than anything of actual danger. Liz had to cover her mouth lest she guffaw as well. The actual battle maiden, Rho, strode towards her platinum-haired prey with casual fearlessness, and paid for her over confidence with a face full of feather-pillow. It was a blow hard enough to knock her on her barely covered behind.

The other woman laughed at Rho's stumble but stepped forward and said "settle down now cheater and take your punishment like a good angel." The outnumbered angel grunted adorable as she swung her unwieldy weapon at the new combatant. The oriental ducked nimbly under the swing. Light as she was, the naughty angel was tugged forward by her own feather-maul. She remained overextended, frozen for a split-second as she tried to regain her balance. When she did, the fur clad beauty was behind her, gripping her by the shoulders.

"Alright play time's over you slippery minx," said Rho, who had recovered from her embarrassing tumble and now looked positively aggravated (and a little blushed), yet no less beautiful. With a single tug, she yanked the weapon from the trapped and squirming lass. The defenceless angel was struggling madly but such efforts only made her pert bust bounce. "Payback," added Rho with an appropriately devilish smile and swung the floppy club at her squirming victim.

At the last chance, the naked angel dipped her head. Thusly the pillow impacted the face of the warrior holding her. Rho's triumphant grin vanished and her hands dropped the pillow to cover her shocked mouth. The struck woman seemed non-phased, but her eyes narrowed in answer to the unintended challenge. Nara discarded the **** angel as an after thought, the poor petite woman sent sprawling with a rodentesque "eep."

"It was an accident," back-peddled Rho, clearly stifling laughter.

"Pull your mouth," barked the other, like a dog excited to be challenged. "You've been trying to get back at me ever since I won the D-Cup."

"Yes but--" Rho didn't finish her counter point. The oriental combatant lunged at her legs. Whatever the eastern beauty lacked in size she made up for in speed and skill. The pirate captain had seen many a fight, but in none of them had a combatant gone arse above tea kettle so fast as this giantess. The fur clad beauty ended her blur of motion squatting beside her fallen victim with arms hooked around Rho's armored calves, pulling them towards the subdued woman's face. Folding her quite effectively.

In the next instant, the clearly superior fighter swung a silky leg across her toppled maiden stretching it far across the floor to achieve a wide and low balance silhouette. The clearly-intended end result had minimal fur undergarments pressed onto the downed warrior's face. Rho's position was compromised indeed. Add the fact that her forceful tucking of her legs raised her rump (which though lean looked to have its one softness) to an angle that made one's mind race with possibilities and it would seem the copper-skinned victor hadn't planned to aggrandize Rho. "Tell me," demanded Nara with intended tease, "who is the greatest warrior?" The response was an angry string of words muffled by the fur shoved into her face. Nara grabbed a luxurious strip of clothe that had been scattered at the beginning of the skirmish and used it to playfully swat the pinned woman's belly. Her squirming victim tensed and flexed in an attempt to sit up.

For some reason, these infuriating attacks did nothing to calm Rho. Another string of angry curses bumped into each other in the woman's fur-filled mouth. Rho followed her futile words with attempts to slap and grab her opponent's thighs.

Nara was undaunted by her captive's defiance. She simply leaned back and pinned Rho's arms beneath her knees, releasing the warrior's legs to flail impotently. The change in position allowed the Eastern warrior to target her victims breasts. The silken weapon rained down blow after fluffy blow on the milky fun bags, making them dance that rhythmic, hypnotic dance that only the prime-est of flesh can manage.

The hidden pirate pressed her face against the grill of her tunnel. Nara's belly **** and the ferocious squirming it caused in her pinned victim was making Rho's firm bust shake. Though Liz had seen bared breasts earlier in the day, she would never turn her eyes from the opportunity of another sight. And the bombarded breasts of the pinned woman wriggled with possibility of escape the strips of armor. Their nipples must, most definitely, be hard from rubbing against their metal coverings. Liz watched in carnal rapture, her mind extrapolating the position of those flesh points as the slid around beneath the confounded metal.

Yet other entities were at work. The anticipation of exposed teats had been enough to let the angelic blonde prepare an attack of her own and, much to Liz's despair, slip herself into a slip. Still, the voyeur pirate counted her blessings; the thin fabric acted merely as a second skin to the angel's perky nipples which were quite large compared to her modest bust.

Now disappointingly clothed, the delicate flower had torn open a pillow and was emptying out the feathers while she crept on the wrestling pair. Nara remained unaware of the pointing nipples all but exposed behind her as well as the whole beauty that they were attached to.

As nibble as a humming bird, the misbehaving angel donned her half empty pillow case upon the Asian's head. Ejaculating a tantrum of foreign curses, the surprised woman instantly raised her hands to her **** accessory but was unable to remove it before her sneaky foe had secured it via a villainous knot.

The Asian removed her skimpy fur pants from the mouth of her thrashing seat. Instantly, Rho sat up, spitting feathers from her face. (It's a know fact that any ruptured pillow can somehow get its contents just about anywhere.) She looked as though she was trying to be furious but couldn't quite get passed the playful nature of this scene. Her laughter soon filled the room as she watched the hoodwinked exotic stumble and flail around the room. "Don't worry," Rho told the frustrated beauty with the rise and fall of laughter still present in her voice. "I'll get her for this slight." Despite the Asian's distress, Rho only offered a slap to the lithe woman's partially covered arse before again advancing on the tender light-colored blonde.

For her part, the quivering blonde had managed to form a furniture fortress around herself. This did nothing to slow her advancing opponent. Liz watched, raptured as the armored power house of female form pushed aside a loveseat. Quick and dangerous as a swaying bowsprit, her arms swung towards Celeste's huddled form. This time, the sneaky angel was not able to dodge away.

Rho snatched and held fast her squirming pray by her thin garments. Caution in the wind, Liz pressed her face into the grate to get the best view, disregarding the creaks as she rebalanced. For Celeste was struggling vigorously in an attempt to giver her captor the slip, and may just.

A tantalizing rip filled the ears of all present. It filled Liz with hope that the blondes clothes would soon be rended, but the two combatants froze and turned there attention to where the sound had actually originated. As Liz did too, and saw Nara. The foreign attractive had torn herself free of the sack mask; her face, though blemished with the fluffiest of feathers was ablaze with furry. Words came from her mouth slow and steady. "I am going to throw the roof at both of you."

One of the other woman may have tried to respond, but in the next second, Liz's hiding place wailed a final moan of suffering and collapsed. Wood snapped all around the formerly concealed pirate. Liz no longer ignored the noises of danger and sprang into reaction, managing to tuck and roll.

As they were the two closest to the crumbling wall, Rho pulled Celeste and herself away as bits of structure rained down like crumbs from feast of beavers. Watching the dust settle, the onlookers must have thought to themselves that Nara had somehow delivered on her promise. Knowing the true humor of the coincidence our rubble rousing pirate arouse with a laugh spewing from her belly. "No need to stop the row," she announced betwixt guffaws. "Just dropping in, to be sure."

The rooms other occupants stared for a moment and then to succumbed to their choice of laughter or giggling. Nara was the last to suffer side splitting; her face remained stoic as sculpted jade until a feather that had remained anchored to the corner of her mouth tickled her just enough to burst the dam of drollity. Liz looked around at the joy filled space eyes darting from the cheating Celeste, to the roughhousing Rho, even glancing at the man that had wisely watched from safety. Were these the people she was dammed with? Was this place her inferno? Would she be trapped to spend eternity participating in buffoonery and calamity with these jolly ne'er-do-wells? That didn't seem all too bad. Inward the pirate felt to box her own ears for wanted a duller afterlife with angels and harps. This was were she belonged.

Without a doubt that the combat would resume soon, Liz looked here and there for a pillow or such to take the preemptive strike. This concern quickly vanished too though, replaced by the concern from a strange feeling, for the pirate's tightest hole was being opened. Now there had been hands of devilish proportions and hardly-clad maidens impassioned together, so it should not be held against Liz that she forgot the lump that disappeared up her blind cheeks. As it was, her first thought was that the nature of the arse-ault was exterior and completed two full turns in dogged pursuit of her behind and its violator. All she got for her efforts (besides a healthy realization of her actions foolish nature) was the slightest glimpse of something pink that had peaked from her arse-pocket. Whatever the thing it was, the intrusion disappeared into Liz's tightness after only an instant. Though never a fainting damsel, Liz was a might uneased by the strange sight, and the tender caress over her rosebud that accompanied it's movement temporarily confiscated her land-legs. In further reaction to the soft slip, Liz's subconscious **** her to indulge in a rather embarrassing moan. Weak in the knees and hoping none had heard her pleasure-ridden breath, Liz side-stumbled and thusly through the favor of lady luck was able to avoid a pillow swing that would have subdued her. Celeste, the culprit that swung, put out a call to arms. "Ladies let's get her." Clearly she was leveraging the pirates arrival to sneak the memory of her cheating under the rug.

To the pirates detriment, it seemed to work. The two other beautiful battlers reached for pillows of their own and locked gaze on lonely Liz, mischief sparkling in the eye.