Min vs The Vineisse Sisters

The banquet was in full swing. The court was sitting around a lavish table. Laurentius received the first serving of the meal, which was then passed down the table for the rest of the courtiers to take their share. 

As the guests of honor, the Peonie sisters sat around the Prince; the oldest to his left, the youngest to his right, and the middle one a bit at the side. Daurica was blushing due to wearing a red onesie to such a formal event, but it was the only spare outfit the Jester had handy.

"Well, my prince, I must say it is quite unfair. Your chicken leg looks quite more delicious than mine, would you care to -Ah!"

Before Corsica could sneak her hand close to the Prince's, a knife landed right in front of her plate. "Oops, sorry Pelder. My hand slipped!"

"Pelder?"

Min was in front of the table, having the unenvious job of entertaining the nobles. "Juggling knives is quite hard, you know? I sure hope I don't have any more accident-oops!"

Trusting her curse to guide her hand towards Corsica's dress, Min launched her other two knives. The projectiles missed their mark by a wide margin, passing right by Corsica, bouncing back at a shield hanging from the wall, and then passing right by Min again. 

The knives landed safely behind the jester, but not before cutting something in their path. The blades spun in mid-air in such a way that they carved the sides of Min's suit by her waist. The old fabric barely held itself together, it was already stretched for the comparatively tall Min. Gravity ripped the last threads holding the upper and lower garment together, and the bottom part of the costume fell to Min's knees. 

It was as if Min´s pants had fallen down. The uniform didn't come with underwear. The court giggled as they caught sight of Min's pale buns and her hairless crotch. The jester shrieked, clasping both hands around her exposed sex. Her reaction only prompted the nobles to laugh harder.

"That is an amusing trick," the prince said. "Might be your first successful joke yet, jester."

Min groaned, her cheeks burning with shame. Coaxing to curse to help was going to be harder than she expected. But, at least she confirmed her suspicions that the curse would "fumble" her rolls, so to speak, to make the unlikely happen so long as it can get a laugh out of it.

"Well, Princey, what you say passing me that pur… what are you doing?" 

Min crouched between the youngest sister and the Prince, almost like a dog waiting for food at the foot of the table.

"Waiting for my chance."

"Chance to do what?" 

"To water the garden." Min grabbed a glass of wine, yanked the top of Arieta's skirt, and poured the drink down the woman's cleavage. 

"Eeep! You uncouth boor! You ruined my beautiful dress! My liege, you have to punish your jester!"

The prince shrugged. "As annoying as she is, I can't punish the jester for doing her job."

"But this isn't funny!"

"Isn't it?"

Everyone, except for Corsica, was smiling, if not outright chuckling. Their amusement provided more kindling for the fury rising from Arieta's chest. "Argh, then I'll take justice into my own hands!"

"Hehehehe!" Min laughed as she crawled under the table to escape the woman's wrath.

"Get back here!" Caring little for décor, Arieta followed her. She got on her knees and attempted to crawl after Min, her long dress trailing behind her feet. "Ouch!"

 The back of Arieta's head bumped into the table, spilling another glass of wine towards the back of her dress and knocking a couple more knives downward towards the floor.

"Uck! What is pulling me?" Arieta cleared the table and tried to stand up, but something held her back. However, her fury would not be denied. She jumped to her feet, hearing a dreadful ripping sound as she did so. The knives had pinned her dress down with unnatural strength. The garment came clean off her body when she tried to stand up, ripping in two pieces. 

"Huh, what are the odds of that?" Min coyly asked.

Once more, the snickers of the court turned to laughter. Arieta yelped and ran her hands across her slim figure in a desperate attempt to hide from the mocking crowd. The only garment protecting her modesty was the silk panties hugging her crotch.

Arieta turned around and tried to pull the remains of her dress out from the surprisingly resilient knives. As she bent over, Min crept behind her and lowered her panties to her ankles.

"So, fellas, who wears it better?" Min asked, getting into the spirit of things. She stood next to the naked noble, shaking her slim butt and bumping it into Arieta's pale butt cheeks.

"Eeep!" Arieta quickly raised her panties back up, but Min pulled them down again. Rather than prolonge her embarrassment, Arieta crouched one last time and pulled her dress with all her might. The knives did not budge at all. All Arieta achieved was ripping her dress into even more pieces, all too small and useless to wear.

"M-my dress…"

"Looks like someone will have to stay naked the rest of the banquet!" Min taunted, grabbing Arieta's breasts and giving them a little squeeze. "Does that mean we can look forward to some orang-"

Arieta slapped Min with all the fury of a scorned damsel. The slap echoed across the hall louder than the jingle of Min's bells. Min was almost knocked to the side, but she used the momentum to spin on her bare feet, pull something out of her jester's sleeve, and counterattack.

"Spanko!" Min yelled, directing her marotte towards the Arieta's behind. The jester head of the wooden cane clashed with the noble's soft behind, sending ripples across her buttcheeks. Arieta squealed and jumped forward, right towards the table. Her head found cushion on a plate full of gelatin, while her chest squished against a small cake.

"I guess we can now look forward to the fruit cake!" Min taunted.

"That's enough," Corsica got up and went towards Min. The sleeves on her fancy dress were long and left a small trail behind her as she walked forward in a hurry. "I won't have you besmirch our family honor like this!"

"Nothing personal Pelder. Here, since I ruined your dessert, have a pie!" Min grabbed a pie from the table and attempted to launch it at the noblewoman's head. Corsica ducked, retaliating with a slap on Min's face. The jester now had the faint imprint of both sister's hands on each of her cheeks. 

"Owww. For a pair of flowers, you girls sure have some nasty thorns."

"That was only the appetitive, here comes the main course," Corsica winded up her hand once more.

"Wait, sis. Save some for me!" Wiping a bit of jello from her eyes, Arieta got up and went behind Min. She also readied her hand, her nails ready to claw at what remained of the Jester's outfit.

Min ducked to the floor just in time to dodge both hands. Corsica only managed to slap air, but Arieta's sharp fingernails managed to get a hold of the knots tying the front of her sister's dress. Once more, the dress opened, and Corsica's considerable breasts spilled out into the open to the cheers of the table.

 "Ari!" The erstwhile dignified woman stomped her feet and glared at her sister. "Look at what you did! I'm going to-"

"W-wait. We can't fight like yesterday. Our true enemy is right there!" Arieta pleaded, looking at the half-naked Jester smiling right next to her. The two sisters nodded at each other. They turned around and each gave Min's buttocks a firm slap, sending her jumping away.

"Not so funny when it happens to you, isn't it?"

"How's that for a spanko?"

"Owwwie," Min said, rubbing her sore behind in front of the Prince. "Let's ask the public, shall we? My liege, which spanko was better? "

The prince rubbed his chin, his eyes bouncing from each of the fine behinds presented in front of him. "Hmm, even if the sisters slapped with more zeal, I guess your first "spanko" was funnier, jester. You made the dignified Arieta squeal like a mountain goat."

"Then allow me to toss my hat into the ring," a fuming Corsica stomped over to Min, her fury so strong she didn't even consider tying back her dress to hide her breasts from the snickering court. "I'll make this buffoon squeak like a chicken when I'm done with her!"

"Eep!" With another powerful slap sending her jumping away, Min began running in circles to avoid Corsica's wrath. The noble kept pace but never could quite land another blow. With the knot undone, her dress began slowly peeling inch by inch down her lean torso. Eventually, it slid down the little patch of gold hair in her crotch as it fell down her porcelain legs.

With no less than three naked butts on display, the courtiers stopped eating to watch the show. The more polite ones pulled out fans and hid their smirk behind them, but most were openly laughing at the chase. 

"Wow, this jester is much more raunchier than the last."

"Damn, those buns look tastier than the bread."

"Can I get a piece of those thighs, please? They put these chicken legs to shame."

"Really? Cause seeing so many asses is kind of killing my appetite..."

Corsica finally had Min cornered with her back against the banquet table. She dashed to give the jester a piece of her mind, but Min slipped on a puddle of jello on the floor, barely falling away from the noble's fist. Without Min's body to stop her momentum, Corsica tumbled forward and squished her torso against an array of pies strewn across the table.

"Eww, ewww,ewwww!" Corsica quickly stood up, shaking her body to get rid of the cream now coating her bare torso, her voluptous chest swiveling with the motion and launching drops of cream towards the floor. With her rampage coming to an abrupt stop, her senses could finally alert her brain to what was happening. About her lack of dress and the abundance of spectators.

The echoes of the court's laughter send shockwaves across Corsica's body. Her legs felt weak, her face an oven. Her lungs released a primal shriek. She quickly wrapped her arms around her privates, grimacing as her fingers squished the sticky cream covering her skin.

"I think we ought to cut our losses, sis," Arieta said, shyly shuffling next to her sister.

"Y-yes. Can we please be excused to go take a bath?" Corsica addressed the prince, but she dared not make eye contact with him. From what little she could see of his chin, he was also smiling at her misfortune.

"It's slightly against protocol, but I'll allow it considering the circumstances. We have an hour to wait until the dessert is re-baked anyhow."

"T-thanks liege."