Eros' Fall: Festivities

Fifty years ago, strange gods changed the world. All humans became stronger, and more importantly far more durable.
Injuries almost disappeared overnight, and with them, violence. Instead, through the will of the gods, the only way to subdue opponents became through sex.
Everyone was at least a little blessed, boasting this strange resilience, but some were blessed more than others, finding themselves easily fucking less blessed individuals into submission.
The gods, entertaining themselves with the suddenly very common competitive sex, noted that this change would lead to some unfortunate scenarios - rape, actions going against limits, sexfighting someone with incompatible orientations, and so on.
To prevent this, they altered people's minds, making them never unwilling to have sex, removing any limits they may have had in terms of sexuality, and ensuring everyone could at least somewhat appreciate everyone's bodies, both through changing their preferences and through subtly changing the bodies of those with 'less desirable' body types. This, along with making it so that both parties had to desire pregnancy in order for it to happen, and other changes, helped normalize sexfights.
There are many who curse the gods for these changes, or rather the blatant disrespect of the free will of everyone they suggest, but many do not care too much, or even think of the topic.
After fifty years, and some interventions of the gods, the world has mostly settled, with sexfighting achieving great practical and cultural significance.
It is in a city within this world, Eros' Fall, that the following tales take place.
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'Occasionally, beyond the usual lures of the city, you happen to be present at a special time. One such time is the summer solstice, where the worshippers of the Golden Sun travel to the city to sell their wares and tempt the onlookers into joyful revelry'
- A Tourist's Guide to Eros' Fall
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"Fresh honey! Come get delicious honey!" Someone called out in the crowded square.
Thanks to a generous donation by the Faithful of the Golden Sun, the city had set aside a city square for the celebrations of the summer solstice, as they did every year, since the Faithful donated every year, and the edges of the square were were covered in stalls. The honey was one of the least offensive things on sale.
"Fresh milk, straight from the source! Buy your fresh milk here!" Another seller, a busty and tall cowgirl, demanded, suggestively groping her chest to the amusement of the line in front of her stall.
Deeper in the square, the priestesses were setting up the first of the many games that would take place over the holiday, the breast battles: a collection of various silly competitions involving breasts.
Having learned in the years they organized the event, the priestesses had made two areas: one for serious competition to find out who has the best breasts, and one for those who didn't dare attempt that.
At least, that was the official stance. The real reason was to separate the house wives who based their self image on having the best pair of tits in their neighbourhood, who would be fighting with gritted teeth to prove they are the best, from the younger and/or more laid back women who understood that the point was, first and foremost, fun.
And so, while the priestesses who had drawn the short straws handled the catty and bitchy ladies, the junior priestesses and other women attending the festival were having their fun competing in a variety of contests.
One pair was trying titjousting, an activity only made safe by the blessings upon everyone - the two women would run at each other, full speed, and then impact chest first.
The one to topple the other to the ground won. If the impact sent them both back, referred to as a 'bounce', a referee would mark where they impacted and measure how far from that point both were.
The pair chuckled as they 'greeted' each other by bumping their chests together (the priestesses often added these kinds of silly stipulations to highlight for the more competitive folk that this was for fun), and then walked off to their starting points.
The crowd considered them. One was athletic, with a slight tan and muscled arms, legs, and stomach, and a smaller but firmer pair, while the other was thick and jiggly, with a larger but softer chest. The overall conclusion among the crowd was that either the muscular girl would bowl the other over due to being faster when they impact, or the soft girl would bounce the muscular girl further away.
The two women took off, and true to the predictions, the muscular girl sent the softer girl sprawling and landed on top of her.
As the two laid there, faces barely an inch away from each other, with the defeated girl blushing deeply, the muscularady smirked, kisses her on the lips, and then got up and scooped her up into a princess carry to free the track for the next duel.
Elsewhere, two busty women were standing still as the priestesses prepared them for their next match by painting their breasts with a harmless casibom body paint, designed to be completely safe and wear off on its own even if it got into cuts or if they swallowed some, made with the help of their blessings.
Once the paint was applied, each woman getting a different colour, one red and one blue, a large piece of paper was brought out and set onto a table.
Then, the woman painted red leaned forward, using her hands to smush her breasts against the paper as much as she could without moving them around. The onlookers cheered and wolf whistled as they saw her supple chest squished against the table, but soon enough, she withdrew, and the priestesses showed off the print her bossom left on the paper to cheers from the audience.
The woman grinned and leered at her opponent, pushing up her painted chest, but her opponent seemed not impressed by the display.
Then the other woman, the one with breasts painted blue, stepped up, and placed her breasts onto the red print, also receiving cheers and wolf whistles.
When the print was held up, most of it was purple, but there was some blue and red at the edges.
After some more parading it and cheering, the priestesses gave permission for the real contest to begin.
A 'fertility totem', which was clearly a massive wooden dildo, was brought out, and the two women set up wrapping their tits around it and letting their nipples touch in line with the center of the pole as the starting position.
Then the command to start was given, and the two girls pressed their breasts against the dildo, both seeking to cover it with their tits and push away the breasts of their rival.
The rules were simple - the dildo was enchanted, and could detect which paint was touching it, and was counting the time and area covered by each colour.
The contestants only had the colour on their breasts, and had a different coating that didn't rub off applied, and we're not allowed to grab the dildo with their hands, but everything else was fair game.
The result was both women squishing their chest around the pole and pushing it against their rival's. At the start, it was just a contest of firmness and power as they pushed and shoved, their breasts rubbing, pushing, and squishing against each other.
Later, however, both women began to employ some more unconventional tactics.
The red painted woman formed her hands into a wedge, just barely not touching the dildo and making a gap into which she thrust her chest, wrapping it around the dildo and squeezing it with her hands to press it harder against it.
Her opponent tried to take her chest head on and push it off the dildo, but, squished and thus firmer as it was, she failed. So instead, the blue painted woman lifted her tits, temporarily surrendering the dildo to her opponent, and then made a wedge from above, using gravity and the weight of her massive titties to her advantage to push the red painted woman's breasts apart and away from the dildo and clear the way for the blue painted woman's chest.
The red painted woman then grabbed the blue painted woman's chest and pulled it away from the dildo while thrusting her own chest into the newly formed gap, gently squeezing the blue painted woman's tits as she did so.
The blue painted woman returned the favour, and neither had their breasts on the dildo.
At first, they tried to use their hands to distract their rival enough to free their own breasts while their opponent was still distracted, squeezing and fondling and massaging each other's tits.
But then the blue painted woman took her rival's red painted chest and pulled her nipples to her mouth, sucking on them.
This served to distract her, and also allowed her to only hold her rival's tits with one hand while the other frees her own breasts and allowed them to sink around the dildo again.
As this happened, the red painted woman was rendered helpless as the blue painted woman took advantage of her distraction and turned her hands against her tits, groping her as she sucked on her nipples.
This proved to be the red painted woman's downfall, as she was too distracted to contest the dildo, and in the end could do nothing but moan as her breasts were assaulted.
When the time ran out, the dildo shined bright blue.
Grinning as she won, the blue painted woman turned to a priestess, who obligingly put another coating of the paint used in the paper print part of their battle on her breasts.
Then, she bearhugged her opponent, squeezing their chests together and making her breasts turn purple instead of red.
Once she was satisfied, she pulled her rival's head between her tits.
She wiggled her breasts as she held her there, giggling as she smothered, aroused, humiliated, and marked her opponent, who she was best friends turned to rivals with benefits with.
After two minutes she let her out as the red painted woman emerged, panting, and sporting a bright blue face due to the paint, showing off her defeat for all to see.
A bit to the side, another pair of busty Casibom slot oyunları girls were putting on loose blouses which were sewn normally except for enormous cleavage and a single button allowing the blouse to close the cleavage.
Special design and some blessing related tricks allowed the blouses to shrink, and thus grow tighter, without getting any more structurally durable.
Once the two women had the blouses put on, they stood in front of each other, and a priestess stood behind each of them, tightening the blouses.
The crowd watched, enraptured, as the blouses, first very loose and only revealing vague yet enticing shapes, grew tighter and tighter, the breasts behind them growing more and more well defined, until at the midpoint between the button and the start of the cleavage pulled back a bit to both sides, revealing a small patch of smooth skin and a deep valley, while the blouse almost perfectly hugged the breasts, with the nipples clearly poking into the fabric.
The buttons held, but barely.
And so the women took deep breaths, and puffed up their chests in an effort to add just that tiny bit of difference to the pressure on the button.
Eventually, one of the blouses snapped, the button flying off, narrowly missing the other woman, and flying into the crowd where someone snatched up and pocketed it.
As the blouse snapped, the massive breasts that made it snap spilled out, to the cheers of everyone around.
The other woman's blouse faltered soon after, her breasts likewise spilling out, and the button flying straight against the winner's chest, making it jiggle with the impact and bouncing off further, landing in the crowd away from the immediate audience, and in someone's soup if the cursing was any indication.
Another event in the breast gauntlet was the tug of war. Like all the other events, two busty young ladies were preparing to begin their match (the flatter women and the men took the time to admire the chests on display as they waited, for they knew that later in the day, it would be their turn).
Stripped to their blouses, the two women accepted a towel and stuffed its ends into their cleavage, using their elbows and arms to push their breasts together as they were not allowed to use their hands, standing equal distance from a line between them. Then, as the priestess overseeing their match gave the command, they started to pull away.
The win condition was for a person to get a foot over the line, or for them to stop touching the towel or touch it with something other than their breasts.
The girls were very evenly matched, their holds on the towel enduring even both girls tugging simultaneously, so things came down to an actual tug of war, both women constantly squeezing their breasts as they tried to pull their opponent over the line.
Eventually, with much huffing and puffing and squishing of sweaty and heaving chests, one of the girls went over the line, much to her dismay, only for a mischievous priestess to trip her the moment her loss was confirmed, sending her sprawling chest first onto her opponent to the cheers of the crowd.
The last game was 'the battle of the busty barkeeps'. A pair of women was preparing for it, but unlike the other matches, this one pit a cocky and busty young lady against an older woman who's chest was noticeably smaller than her opponent's, but who was just as confident.
The rules were simple: an array of chairs and tables were arranged into an imitation of a bar. The playing area was a rectangle, and the girls got trays with wooden tankards filled with water which they were supposed to deliver to the opposite corner of the field. The one who spilled the least won.
They were allowed, and encouraged, to make their rival spill their water, but we're only allowed to use their breasts and their butts to interfere with the other person.
With the rules explained, the match began.
The busty girl came in swinging, spilling a little water in order to swing herself around and give her breasts momentum which she tried to use to slam into her opponent and throw her off balance.
However, the older woman simply dodged out of the way, her tankards staying perfectly level as she did so, not a single drop spilling, while the busty girl stumbled and spilled more of her water.
Annoyed, the busty girl went for another swipe. This time, however, the older woman thrust her meager chest forward, so that her nipples met the voluptuous girl's nipples head on.
The woman grit her teeth and shivered from the jolt of pleasure the impact sent through her as she stumbled backwards, but the busty girl did not get a chance to brace and prepare herself for it, leaving her moaning and stumbling, her knees weak.
Before she could recover, the older woman went low, and thrust her butt against the busty girl's knee, sending her off balance and toppling to the ground.
Then, the older woman simply walked to the corner she was meant to deliver her water to, winning the game.
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'Another Casibom hakkında major celebration in Eros' Fall is the Carnival of Change. It's date changes every year, as does the program, but one thing remains, perhaps ironically, constant - the demand for change.'
- A Tourist's Guide to Eros' Fall
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The streets rang with the sound of gongs as the main procession of the Carnival of Change made its way through the streets.
Many danced within it, their outfits bound only by one rule - they must be something they have never worn before, the more different from their usual attirey the better.
Similarly, their dance must have been one they only learned in the month leading up to the carnival.
Popular stores offered discounts to new customers, confident it would let their popularity surge, and customers sought change in everything, as the Carnival of Change demanded.
Other stores took the opportunity to bring out and advertise their poorly selling products, offloading them onto those who had never tried them (and for good reason) and were in a search for new experiences.
The changes could be small - those present merely to observe the festivities wore their clothing a shade lighter or darker than usual, or perhaps put on a hairpin, and still ate dishes similar to what they usually did, trading spaghetti for macaroni, or one flavor of cake for another.
They could also be large, however: nobles wearing rags and beggars wearing suits and gowns, lended for the day by the afromentioned nobles, craftsmen attempting different trades at their friends' workstations, cooks trying recipes they never even heard of before brought along by travelers.
And behind closed doors, even more changes took place.
Several brothels offered strange and unusual kinks in their repertoire of services, and customers paid to experience them, usually shrugging and finding them to not be to their tastes, but occasionally finding themselves enamored with what they found.
And in people's homes, or even in the streets, couples tried new positions, new power dynamics, or even traded partners for the evening.
In a mansion, far above the clamour of the streets, a noble heir entered his bedroom, where his favorite concubine already sat, prepared for him.
Usually, he was the type to take without asking, and his parents made sure to only arrange for those who appreciated that in a man as his concubines, but today, on the Carnival of Change, he would be serving his fucktoy instead.
"Oh, master, please be gentle with me." The concubine said with a shy smile, even as her soft and full body was easily sewn through her see through dress.
Their usual dynamic was her giving token protest to his rough treatment of her along with proclamations that he will 'nevee break her', as a result of a mix of genuine shyness and delighting in having things she secretly wants done to her 'against her will', as well as reading many erotic novels with heroines facing bad ends.
But, so far unbeknownst to her, for she didn't celebrate the festival and thus didn't realise its significance to their encounter, today would be different.
"As you wish, my dear lady." He said, smiling as gently as he could manage even as he imagined making her beg this time, breaking her self imposed mask of denial, and approached her, taking her hand and kissing it. "I will be as gentle as you want."
The combination of the noble treatment and the absence of his usual forceful approach seemed to stun her as she opened and closed her mouth in confusion.
He suppressed his desire to just claim her then and there, and instead kept smiling as he asked her, "Would the lady like anything else from me?"
She eyed him suspiciously. "What are you playing at?" Her words were tinged with sexual frustration and suspicion. "You aren't like this usually."
"It is the Carnival of Change, lady." He explained. "So, to honour their demand for change, I will not do anything unless you ask for it, so that you can be in control today. That can mean having me serve you to your will, or having me helpless under your control. Whatever you want, for all of today."
She froze, her mouth opening and closing. "H-huh?" Was all she could say as she tried to wrap her head around his declaration. "Y-you can't be serious."
"I am completely serious." He insisted, though he couldn't help but tease her a bit, enjoying her confusion. "If you wish me to, for example, leave you alone all day, and simply sit in a corner while you relax, all you need to do is command me."
This, he knew, would put her on the spot. She loved pretending she wanted just that, that she was a pure innocent maiden that was not enjoying what was happening at all. And if it was a normal day, she would order him to do just that, knowing he would refuse, or just wait for her to 'let her guard down'.
But while she may not have realised at first it was the Carnival of Change, she had heard of it, and she also knew him well enough to realise he was probably serious about this. Making that demand now could very well mean that she would have wasted a whole day with him - a rare treat, given his number of concubines - on nothing but pretending to be pure as she always did. She would either have to admit to him that she wanted him to ravage her - and perish that thought - or tease and arouse him until he gave up on his idea of not taking her -