Journey's of Cyrus: Across the Desert 3

The group had been traveling for a few days, finding the trail of the kidnappers and following it. Their progress was stopped by a supernatural sand storm  forming an almost wall of impassible wind and scouring debress . They had to make a detour, making camp at the entrance of the tomb of Nub-set, Matriarch of the previous dynasty. 

 

With the moon hanging high in the sky the group made camp.

“Not the first time I've done a little grave robbing.” Morn stated as she started to lay out the blanket that would serve as her bed.

Ra-khem-smen-toti pointed an accusatory finger at his greenskin companion. “This is not grave robbing. The storm that blocks our path is magical in nature, and only the jewel of Nub-set’s necklace has any hope of dispelling it and letting us pass. We will take absolutely nothing else and return the jewel when our quest is complete. If we were not on a journey to rescue a royal I wouldn't even consider disturbing the grave of a queen. This will be done with the utmost respect.”

“Easy, croc daddy, didn't mean any disrespect. My best friend is dead so I know all about how to deal with them.”

Cyrus chimed in, placing a hand on Morn’s shoulder. “I'm sorry to hear that. I have lost friends on my adventures as well.”

Morn shrugged him off. “Damn wizard did not let a lack of lungs or tongue stop him from never shutting up.”

The dragon wanted to ask a follow up question, namely what the hell she ment, but mMorn kept going. 

“Why can't we go to the tomb and respectfully acquire this jewel now?” She made sure to put extra emphasis on ‘respectfully’.

“All tombs have several traps to keep out grave robbers. No one has full knowledge of all the dangers inside, as each section was constructed by their own trap masters. Even a royal guard like me only has vague knowledge of what to expect. We need to be fully rested to handle what's inside.”

Even as he stated this he had to control his frustration. The idea of the princess and royal advisor at the mercy of bandits ate him up and every part of his being wanted to throw himself at the sandstorm to muscle his way through. But he knew that a meaningless death would accomplish nothing, this must be done right. 

“We will enter at dawn's light.”

The tomb was a towering monument, a large pyramid with gold plated tip. Even in the moonlight it produced a dazing effect, shining like a star. The only entrance was a large arched gateway with a stone door. While using the opening as a shelter was brought up, Khem forbade it.

Morn pouted, seething at the idea of some dead queen getting this level of deference and so much effort wasted in building a tomb for her. She kept this to herself, knowing that it would needlessly agitate the crocodile. Cyrus made himself comfortable, laying his newly acquired weapon besides him and within arms reach. With one last look at the sleeping orc, stealing a glance at her toned rump and hoping he would see it again in his dream, he drifted off to sleep.

“Thief!” The voice of Khem shouted, jostling his companions to life. The two long time warriors shot to their feet, a jolt of adrenaline quickly dispelling the night's sleep. Weapons in hand, their eyes darted all around, seeking a foe. With no obvious enemy they looked to see Khem frantically swinging his halberd in the air, seemingly at nothing. 

“Are you all right?”

“It's small! It flies around with a stolen pouch.” He stated, not taking his eyes off the tiny thief. 

Their eyes adjusted to the darkness and they were able to see what looked like a greenish jewel darting through the air, with a leather satchel hanging below. They heard a sharp buzzing as it made new zigzagging patterns in the air to dodge the deadly blade swung at it. 

“Not an it!” A high whirling voice shouted. “Crocodile thing going blind in old age! Am female!”

Khem swung once more, over committing and stumbling. The small figure stopped its frantic pace, breathing heavy as it hovered in the air. Cyrus was able to get a clear view of the thief.  She was no more than a foot tall, with four arms all clutching at a bag that seemed to take all her strength to keep hold of. Her body had an exoskeleton, similar to that of a scorpion only this was the color of jade. Her segmented body was lithe and thin. Behind her transparent wings fluttered faster than the eye could see, letting her hover in the air. She had a singular horn atop her head and an oddly distended belly. At once Cyrus recognized that this was a scarab, an insect native to this area. He hesitated, the stomach reminded him of a pregnant woman.

Before he could do anything Morn ran in, shouting curses and trying to swat at the creature with her spear. With graceful movement it dashed out of the way of each swing, moving like a leaf in the wind. With each failed attack the orc’s frustration grew. The bug moved towards Morn and in a swift motion flew downward with her loincloth in hand, leaving her bottomless. While the orc did not mind nudity she hated being made a fool of.

“You have many coins, won't miss losing a few, yes?” The small creature  cackled.

 Disregarding the state of undress she made a few more swings as the scarab flew close to the ground. Bag dragging across the ground she moved between Cyrus’ legs. Morn swung  her spear in an upward arc, missing her target and unfortunately hitting a different bag. The dragon yelped in pain and clutched his groin.

A chittering laughter emitted from the scarab, seeing the havoc she caused. This was swiftly ended when a large scale hand clasped around her, trapping her in its embrace. With a growl Khem held the small thief to his eye to examine his catch, only her head and shoulders above his hand.

“Nena.” Khem practically roared out, distain clear in his tone. 

Rubbing away the pain in his loins Cyrus inquired. “You know this scarab?”

He didn't take his eyes off the bug or loosen his grip. “A notorious thief that has been a blight on our lands.”

With a smirk Nena said with no small sense of pride “The one and only.”

Khem tightened his grip, causing the bug to groan in pain. “Lawbreaker, what were you doing outside this tomb?”

“Simply making my way to the city. Big sandstorm forced me to find rest. Find some sleeping adventurers with fat coin pouches. But you caught Nena, so I give you back your coin and I'll leave you be.”

The royal guard’s tone stayed grim. “We are on a mission to rescue royalty.” He lowered the bug to the ground, keeping her in his hand. He moved the blade of his weapon above her neck, hovering it menacingly. “To sabotage our journey in any way is tantamount to putting her in more danger. Such a crime is beyond forgiveness. By the authority of the court I sentence you to death!”

The bug grew frantic, trying to wiggle her way free, biting at the scaled fingers that gripped her, but nothing helped. Realizing her fate was sealed she let out a scream as the blade was raised.

Cyrus grabbed Khem’s glave, stopping its downward motion. A guttural roar escaped the crocodile’s jaw, shaking the dragon’s bones. Yet the dragon stood firm.

“Do you interfere with Djanem justice?” 

“She did not know our journey's purpose, death is too harsh a penalty.”

Khem tried to shake his weapon free from the black dragon’s grasp. Cyrus did not turn his gaze away, meeting the crocodile’s eye. “She is with a clutch. Executing her now is unconscionable. As a father you must feel the same.”

Khem relented, turning to look at the scarab and realizing her stomach felt oddly rounded. He clenched his jaw, mauling the idea over in his head before finally relenting. He let go of the bug, and she wasted no time flying off as fast as her wings could take her.

“I would have prefered  to jail her, but we have more important things to handle now.” Khem’s eyes faced towards the ground at the indent Nena left in the sand. “I got carried away there. It's just.” His voice trailed off. “They were lost on my watch. It is an unforgivable failing on my end. I have failed the royals, the gods, my own family. My son must be ashamed of me.”

Cyrus placed a hand on the crocodile's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I saw how he looked at you. He had nothing but adoration in his eyes. You did not fail in your duty, you did everything you could. Even now you do all you can. I will do all I can to see the princess and advisor brought back home.”

Khem placed a hand on the dragon's, taking his words for a moment. “Thank you. But we should rest now, a great labor awaits us tomorrow.”

The three made their way back to their bedding, sleep finding them easily. Cyrus was awoken as a faint buzzing voice sounded in his ear. “Large one, awake.”

Cryus sat up with a start, hand darting to his weapon. 

“Peace, peace” The bug stated, raising all four of her arms up in a placating manner. “Have come to express gratitude.  Were it not for your words I would be without my head. I wish to join your quest, I owe my life to you.”

He waved hand “Don't worry about it. I don't believe in the death penalty at all, and I could never stand idly when a pregnant woman is in peril.” Saying that Cyrus noticed that her stomach was no longer distended and her step was much lighter. 

She noticed and patted her stomach. “I feel much more agile now. I should have waited to lay those before stealing from you, but greed got the better of me.”

Cyrus couldn't help but chuckle. “Well, I am sure the father will be very excited.”

Nena shook her head. “No father. Without eggs being fertilized eggs will not hatch.” She scrunched her face, trying to think of the proper words. “I heard it is like how you big species have periods, same concept.”

Cyrus let the idea tumble in his head. Memories washed over him like a wave as he was brought back to his time with a mermaid and the similar mating methods they had. Back then the mermaid had laid her eggs and watched in wrapped excitement  as he masterbated onto the eggs.

“Would you fertilize my eggs?”

The question snapped the dragon back to reality. “What?”

“You big and strong. Good morals too. Make eggs grow good. Ideal father!”

Cyrus scratched at his chin. “I am very honored.” The idea already caused his loins to swell some. “But I am on an important quest, I can't stop to look  after children.”

The bug waved a hand dismissively. “Scarabs not like big species, when eggs hatch they can take care of themselves.”

The black dragon was already tempted but that convinced him. Normally the idea of abandoning young would repulse him but knowing they would be fine reassured him. Nena led the male to where she laid her eggs. While each individual egg was tiny, no bigger than a pea, they still formed an impressive pile.

“Go on, fertilize.” Nena commanded  as she gestured to her eggs. 

“I need a little stimulation, I can't just cum on command.”

“Ah, yes, you large species and your mating rituals. I've learned somewhat from when I steal from brothels.”

Cryus gave a disapproving look, causing the bug to give a shrug and a practiced innocent smile. “I only take some, they are distracted, it's easy.”

Not happy but still eager to help spawn some half dragons he sat down in the sand, as he found this position helped him aim with the mermaid. He pushed his loincloth aside, exposing his long yellow shaft. He began to pump at it and the organ started to swell and rise.

“You need stimulation, yes. I will use the mating calls to aid you.” Nena cleared her throat. She ran her four hands across her body, gliding them down her hips and up her chest. “Oh daddy, give it to me. Give it to me daddy please, I need it.”

Cyrus’ brow rose at this, her mimicry of a woman in the throes of passion took him by surprise. He was so surprised he momentarily stopped.

“Did I mess up the call? I'm usually good at copying voices. Was my dance wrong?”

“No, no.” Cyurs quickly voiced. “It was very good. I was just surprised us all.”

“I don't understand what a ‘daddy’ is but women use the word a lot during mating. What does it mean?”

Cyrus chuckled . “Well, you're about to make me one. It means a father.”

Not fully grasping the nuances of dirty talk the bug nodded. “Makes sense for intercorse, the goal is to make children.” Her head tilted as an idea hit her. “How old are you?”

Cyrus resumed his masterbation, bringing his penis to full erection. He nestled his rump comfortably, letting his balls rest on the cool sand. “I am two hundred years old.”

“You are the grandfather then! Never seen anyone as old as you before.” 

He quickened his pace, finding being called grandfather hotter than being called daddy. “You're a natural at this.”

She chuckled. “In that case I can give some more direct stimulation.” Her wings buzzed as she took off between the dragon's legs. She planted a foot on each of Cyrus’ testicles as she stood before his upright penis. This caused discomfort to the male, but the sight of her being as tall as his member kept him from voicing any discomfort. She looked at it closer, her small antenna flickering and brushing against his manhood. “It has a very strong smell. Pungent and musky, not unpleasant.”

While the mechanisms for how an insect can smell flew over the dragon’s head he appreciated the sentiment. She moved her body closer, pressing her surprisingly soft chest against the underside of his dick and moving her four arms around it to give it a hug. The exoskeleton limbs felt strange, yet the feeling was more than welcome. She squatted down and up. “I'm afraid this is the best I can mimic the brothel women using their hands as I can.”

The dragon leaned back, enjoying the new sensation. “You're doing great.”

She continued for a bit, her wings sometimes flickering out to help her with an upward motion. “I'm feeling oddly warm, is this normal for big species mating?”

“You've never gotten horny before?” 

“For scarabs reproduction only consists of laying and fertilizing eggs. Quick and easy.”

Cyrus bit his tongue to not make a sex joke. Nena flew up, looking at the tip of his penis and seeing a drop of clear pre cum forming. “Is this all the semen you produce?” She asked, disappointed.

“This is just the start. Much more will come soon enough. I can take over from here.”

He reached his hand back to his shaft, but it was swatted away by the bug. “I wish to engage in big species mating rituals more. I've seen the women stick the male penis inside their cloaca.”

The dragon stopped himself from correcting her, mostly curious as to how she planned to proceed. The bug hovered upward, placing her crotch on the end of his penis. Lowering herself, her slit was quickly soaked in the drop of precum. She let out a quick sharp gasp at the new sensation. She used her wings to keep balance as she grinded her hips on him. Cyrus had been ridden before, even by shorter races like goblins, but this was wholly new to him. She was very much enjoying herself, so the dragon let her proceed. Her gyrations grew more frantic quickly she was all but humping his penis. She once more ran her four arms across her body, but this time it was not to copy a motion she saw before but in genuine ecstasy. She retracted her wings and lowered herself, trying to force the, to her, massive penis inside her frame. 

“Stick it in me, I need to feel it inside me. Please grandfather!” Her usual mannerisms were replaced with white hot desire, a new world of sensations opening up to her. 

Cyrus was hesitant, using a hand to wrap around her midsection and gently pushing her down. She let out a  loud moan.

“If it gets to be too much just say so, I’ll be slow and gentle.”

“Dont you fucking dare!” She all but spat, speaking with the intensity of a starving beast being denied food. The dragon was taken aback by the forceful tone. If she wished it that badly, he would oblige. Still hesitant he lowered her more, her abdomen stretching to accommodate his dick. She showed some discomfort but it was vastly overtaken by sheer pleasure. He pushed more and his head was inside. She threw her head back in delight as he pushed more in. Her stomach bulged as his dick went inside her. Cyrus was surprised to see she was able to take about half of his penis. Losing inhibitions he pushed her out, then back in. The insect was very tight, and unbelievably wet. The combination forced a warm thrill of delight to shoot through the dragon and his hips bucked involuntarily as the sensation overtook him momentarily. His breathing grew deeper and he looked down at his mate.

Her face was a mask of sheer bliss, drooling as her mouth twisted into a dumbfounded smile. Seeing his mate in such a state only stoked the dragon onward, quickening his pace and using the small bug as a masturbatory  aid. His nostrils flared, taking in the cold desert air. His body twitched as he reached his limit. Going against his instincts he pulled the woman off, placing her as gently as he was able onto the sand in front of the eggs. Using her natural lubricant on his shaft he pumped fast and hard, bringing himself to orgasm. With a roar he shot thick warm cum out and covered the pile of eggs completely. The reminder of the eggs pushed him harder, and he pumped more at his shaft to coax out every last drop of semen he could to help coat them totally. He kept stroking as every jolt of desire left him and his climax was spent. Breathing deeply he looked down, seeing the eggs had been completely covered. With a start he saw the bug had been covered as well. He was about to apologize but saw that she was writing, lost in a sea of afterglow. She would need some time to recover.

“Shut the hell up! I’m trying to sleep!” A very frustrated orcish voice cried out. 

“Sorry. I'll be quiet.” the dragon said sheepishly. He would have to explain the new party member in the morning.

“Wake me up again and I’ll crack your damn dragon eggs!”

Low Blow Quest 11: for the love of Wweef

“I have to say, you did an amazing job on these clothes, Morn.” Glysh the goblin said as she adjusted the leaf and vines that made up a makeshift skirt. The party of four now hid their nudity behind simple yet skimpy clothing made out of materials readily available in the wilderness. 

“It kinda chafes.” Kuni the oni commented as she looked down at the bra she had on made from scraped off tree bark.

Morn scoffed, dressed in what could best be described as an all-natural bikini, brown leaves tied together forming a top, with a bushy tangle of vines and foliage resembling a skirt. “I couldn't find foliage that would be strong enough to handle your chest. Just bear with it as we enter town.” 

Crowned with a laurel wreath, Kozor the undead wizard clattered his teeth. Having only his skull left of his mortal form it was all he could wear, aside from the vine woven through his zygomatic arches so he could hang at the orc girl’s hip. “I would have thought you'd be used to wood rubbing against your tits. And why’d you make me wear this? I feel like the trophy of a headhunter.” 

“I didn't want you to feel left out.” The orc answered in earnest. When the party had spotted the telltale signs of a human settlement nearby, they were elated. However their state of undress may attract some unwanted attention, so Morn had created their bushcraft clothing to cover up their naughty bits.

Morn sounded annoyed. “These damn civilized pansies and their laws against nudity. I never saw the issue, everyones has a dick or coochie, why make such a big fuss hiding it?” Kuni nodded emphatically, already missing the sight of the buff greenskin in the nude. 

“It's what separates us from animals.” Glysh commented.

“It's what makes city dwellers soft.” Morn spat disdainfully.

Glysh cocked her hips sideways. “Either way, I'd prefer to not get in trouble with the law as soon as we set foot in town. We just gotta get in, figure out where the hells we are and how to make some quick money. It would be nice to secure some real clothes and equipment again.”

The thick goblin scratched her head, suddenly remembering all the gear she had lost. All of her various ninja tools and accoutrement was at best lost in a cave who knows how far away or at worst utterly destroyed. Following that she could only ruminate on the budget it would take to replace her stuff. 

“Let's be happy with what we still have.” Said Kozor the undead wizard skull. “Glysh still has her kusarigama, Morn kept her demonic club, and Kuni her ax. They all must be magic in some way to have been sent with us, what sort of enchantment do they have?”

“Minor durability enchantment. I tend to break ordinary weapons too easily.”

Morn thought out loud. “So only magic items and living things made it. What would you count as?”

Kozor thought. He would like to think that as a soul trapped inside what was left of his body, he was still considered a living thing. But more realistically he might be better categorized as a magic item. “Doesn't matter. Besides, if you all are worried about money, I'm sure a trio of nearly naked bimbos can make gold real fast anywhere.”

The orc reached down to clamp his jaw shut. “Quiet, or we will sell you to a magic pawn shop.”

The town was bustling, to the point it nearly rivaled a full on city. The girls earned more than a few sideways glances from leering onlookers, but were quickly able to learn they had ended up in the town of Nurnhogsreath.

“Fuck me, we somehow flew over two entire kingdoms. How are we gonna make our way all the way back to Devil's Valley on our bare feet?” Glysh whined, “Skull boy, don't you know any teleportation spell?”

“I'm still a beginner wizard, I can't do flashy stuff like that. And at least you still have feet, I don't wanna hear you peep.”

Morn took a look around town, the place was very lively and seemed to prepare for some sort of celebration. Hulking warriors of all shapes and sizes seemed to be gathering, each dressed in garish bright colors. The orc grabbed the nearest passer by the arm, he was a young human male with his bare chest painted in a script she could not read. “What festival is this?”

He stammered, both on account of the sudden manhandling and because of the two green mounds  barely contained by leaves that were shoved next to his face. 

“Um, well, that would be the World Wreckers Foundation. Big grappling tournament held annually. All the biggest and best fighters in the tri-kingdom area gather here.” He did his best to keep his eyes up and away from the greenskin’s udders so as to not offend her. “Are you not participating? Anyone who bests last year's champion gets the prize. A golden belt worth a fortune.”

Morn pushed the man away, no longer needing him or his awkward attempts to stare at her chest. “You guys hear that? Easy gold!”

The red oni looked around, seeing fighters of all races, sizes, and strengths getting ready. “I wouldn't say it's easy. But I'll be damned if I shy away from a good battle.”

“Reminds me of home.” Morn said, a hint of nostalgia “Everyone coming together to beat the living shit out of each other while a crowd yells out for blood. If only all places were as orcy”

"I am less keen on the fighting, than on the big ass piece of gold.” Glysh said, cracking her knuckles.

“I'd love to help and see who's best at punching one another, but I'm afraid I wouldn't make for much of a fighter.” Kozor clacked, an air of superiority entering his voice. “I was never one for such crude and pointless violence. Mine was the pursuit of arcane knowledge.”

 “Learn how to teleport your own party, then you can talk shit.” Kuni said.

“I suggest you tone it down, lest you want me to enlighten our friends about your nocturnal habits?” Kozor snapped back.

Suddenly the mouth of the oni slammed shut, remembering that the undead wizard saw her groping Morn during her sleep. Not wanting to scare the orc woman away, Kuni agreed to let the wizard practice his possession on her when he had the recharged energy to do so, for now he was unable to do so having spend all of his energy already. It seemed he was not above leveraging this secret to get her to stay in line. Morn ignored this exchange, too busy beaming at excitement at the idea of a battle tournament. She was already picturing the crowd chanting her name.

The gang quickly looked around town, finding a booth set up that was accepting applicants. Besides it was a well dressed man nervously looking up and down the line, trying desperately to find someone in particular. They noted, with some dismay, that they were forced to wait in a very long line. They had to endure many leers and lewd comments about their near nakedness. Morn was used to this but delivered a swift strike to those who got too close for her liking. Glysh was happy that her taller companions got most of the attention, as being a sneaky sort she wasn't used to being eyed up. She did get a confusing comment about a bakery. Kuni did her best to not move around too much to not make her generous bosom bounce. Hours passed and they were finally able to speak to the man in the booth, whose tired expression said he had grown weary looking at fighters. “Names?” 

The three women gave their full names in turn.

“Morn, no family name.” 

“Glysh Glash”

“Kuni Ling-Wus.”

The man compiled a list in front of him. “That'll be forty five gold each.”

“What? What for?” Morn snarled.

“Please, Ms. Nofamilyname, anyone who wasn't invited must pay the entry fee. Tournaments are not cheap.”

Morn quickly mumbled to herself, touching fingers to thumbs to count quickly. “The hell we gonna get one hundred and thirty five gold.”

“Not really my problem.” The unenthused man said, waving the women's way for any paying participants. “You have til sundown to figure it out. Last day to sign up.”

Morn threw her head back, a groan of frustration. “Maybe we can find some rich sad to mug. If we hit the richer part of town-”

Glysh interrupted. “Wait, did you say your full name is Kuni Ling-Wus?”

“Yeah” the oni stated, confused. “I come from a long line of Ling-Wus. What of it?”

“Oh my god! I just heard it.” Morn said before breaking out in a giggle. “You live up to that name, girl?”

The goblin doubled over “Just imagine she changes mid-way. What a mouthful!”

“That's the taste that kinda lingers, wouldn't you say?” A clattering of teeth added on from Morn’s hip.

“Whats so fucking funny? You piece of me?” Kuni balled her fists and stepped angrily to the women in hysterics.

“Please, if I may interject?”

A well-dressed man in the fine robes of a well to do merchant nervously ambled forward, clearly afraid the red woman's fury may be directed towards him. “Max Trojan, owner of Trojan Armour Co. I was waiting for a trio of warriors who were supposed arrive days ago. I was to cover their entry fee and in exchange they'd promote my product during the tournament.”

Morn thought of the Creeper in the Water, wondering if some other group did not fare as well as they did against the beast. “Well about that…”

Max continued, not listening to the orc. “They were supposed to be top contenders to win. I was hoping their muscle would get some eyes on Trojan armor. But it seems they may not make it. If you are willing to agree to some terms I could cover your entry fee.”

Morn lit up, happy she got to do some battling. “Oh hell yeah!”

Glysh stepped in “Hold up, what kind of terms are we talking about?” Her goblin eyes narrowing at the prospect of something sounding too good to be true. 

“Well, you women look like capable fighters, but I do not know that for sure. I'd need some assurance that my investment would yield some returns. I have a business to run, after all. All must fight in the preliminary battles. Many enter and the weak must be weeded out. If you win that bout, you don't need to worry about the entry fee. That is, if you promote my brand of course.

“And what if we win the prize money?” Kuni asked,in a tone that would dissuade argument on this. 

The man smiled placatingly. The idea that any of these three last second entries could have any shot of winning was very low, and he had precious little time to argue for a long shot gamble like this. “Any and all prize money is all yours. Just thank Trojan Armour and Co and you'd have done your part.”

Morn looked to her companions, who nodded in agreement. Seemed like they had nothing to lose. “Very good, very good. Let's get you entered, I'm sure you three will be amazing promoters.”

After the proper money exchanged hands the three girls were all set to battle in the preliminaries, which were to start the next day. After the girls had to submit to a urine test to make sure none were on any performance enhancing potions they were cleared to enter. When they arrived they saw many fighters all battling it out in several dirt areas. They must be tested first to make sure they are fit to enter the battleground that was the legendary Squared Circle. Glysh looked around to see every fighter in a different assortment of bright colors or garish costumes as they grappled, each watched closely by some kind of priest in a zebra pattern tunic. The goblin studied a match where two muscle bound humans struggled to lift one another, each wearing colorful boots, gloves, and tight trunks. “So why are they all dressed like…” Her face scrunched to find a proper word for what she meant. “A theater troupe.” Keeping her eyes on the duo of muscled sweaty bodies clashing into each other, nearly naked as they competed in a dumb macho display. “I am not complaining, mind you.”

“A newcomer, eh?” One of the zebra tunic men turned to face the trio nearly naked women. He seemed unphased by their quasi-nudity, considering they were more conservatively dressed than most here. He was a large man, almost getting eye to eye with Kuni. His bulky body was criss crossed in scars that spoke of a lifetime of battle. A growing gut spoke of his advancing age yet the muscle underneath any fat was still prominent. He displayed a wide grin, where a couple of teeth were noticeably missing. “This is no ordinary battle arena. We’re talking about the Squared Circle.” He turned away from the fight he was meant to be watching “Only the biggest and the baddest dare to step in here. Fighting for fame and glory and the appeasement of the god Wweef! Just thinking about it gets me pumped!” He slammed his fists together and flexed his arms hard enough to cause his zebra tunic to tear at the sleeves. During this the two men, one with neon face paint and tassels tied to his arms and legs, were laying prone as his long blond haired foe lay on top of him. Blonde looked up at the ref, expecting him to start counting and yelled in anger when no such count started. The refereed jumped at this and quickly began to count, only for the tassel man to kick out at the count of two. 

Glysh spoke up, happy that she can continue to enjoy the spectacle of the borderline homoerotic battle “I did a little digging and this seems to be for an old battle god. In ancient times they'd fight to the death in elaborate get ups to earn his favor. They toned things down a little but the earning of favor remains the same. And, ya know, the fat stack of gold for the winner helped bring in those less religiously inclined.”

“Besides the silly wardrobe, what makes this different from an arena?” Kuni asked, eyeing up her potential competition. She was among the tallest fighters there, owing to her being an oni. She did note the wide variety of combatants, gnolls, hobgoblin, every sort of beast race. 

“There are a few rules. First you lose if your shoulders, or similar anatomical part for those lacking shoulders, are pinned to the ground for three seconds. If you are out of the ring for the seconds. Third if you use non-natural weapons, including magic of any sort or potions. You’re also disqualified if you outright kill your opponent. Few others too, but those are the big ones.”

“No killing, got it. But what do you mean by natural weapons?” Morn asked, noting a particularly buxom female fighter sporting tight shiny material for her outfit and a beautiful mask, slamming a foe with her snake-like tail.

The ref spoke up, this time making an effort to keep his eyes on the match. “If you are born with it you may use it. Tails, claws, horns, all of that is allowed.”

“Any rules against groin striking?” Morn asked, liking the idea of fighting here more by the moment. 

“If you are born with it it may be used against you.” He noted as he didnt interject when tassels kicked blonde between the legs. 

“You sure seem excited. Big fan I take it, old timer?”

“Fan?” He shot back, full of indignation. “Young madam I was the reigning champion for two years! Had it not been for numerous bone fractures making every day life pain I would be fighting in the ring right now. I was once the Iron Sultan. But now I am the eyes of Wweef. Any rule breaking my eyes see will be punished!” He turned, flexing again and waiting for applause. 

“Am I meant to know you?” Morn asked.

Deflated by this remark, the sultan mumbled. “Retired for a few years and already forgotten.”

While he sulked, he failed to notice tassels reaching out of the ring to grab hold of a stray rock. Hitting blonde over the head, she knocked him out could. Tassels tossed the weapon aside and quickly moved to pin his foe, yelling for attention. The ref did so, much to the smug satisfaction of the fighter. 

“Shameful display.” Kuni scoffed, disgusted by the rule breaking. 

“Nah, so long as he wins I say all is good.” Objected Morn with a shrug.

Kozor clattered his teeth. “You’re surprising me, Morn. Thought of you as the honorable warrior type.

“Honor is what losers complain about when they are defeated. Method doesn't matter to me, as long as ya win.”

Glysh smiled, slapping Morn on the rear. “You're speaking my language. You'd make a fine rogue with an attitude like that.”

Kuni was frustrated, but chose to remain silent. 

“You should see the quartermaster.” The ref stated, as he helped to carry the defeated blonde out of the dirt ring. “Since you don't have enough pizaz to be in the ring, you'll be issued a standard wrestling garb you'll have to fight in. 

The girls all got their garb and were mortified. The three of them were issued stretchy singlets that were obviously made for males of standard builds. This was especially obvious in the way the crotch of the suit sagged, allowing space for dick and balls that they did not possess. Kuni, however, was somewhat happy for the extra slack as her transformation was due soon and didn't like the prospect of male parts growing into skin tight clothing. 

Morns' battle was first, and she stepped into the provided dirt wrestling ring dressed in a bright cherry red singlet. While the crotch of the suit had space to spare, it stretched to accommodate her round orc rump and hips, giving any onlookers a very good idea of what she looked like underneath. Of partial discomfort was her top, making her breasts squish down in the tight unforgiving material of the suit. She pinched the shoulder strap of the outfit, pulling it out and allowing it to snap back. “The hell is this made out of?”

“Skinned Creepers in the Water.” Glysh added helpfully as she held the skull of Kozor so he may watch as well. “I've had sneaking suits made out of similar material. Minor electrical spells can change their colors. But ours seems to be made out of cheap shit, probably a juvenile Creeper.”

Kozor spoke, his jaw forcing the rest of his head upward as the goblin held him under the chin. “I must say the combination of the red suit and your green skin is giving me distinct winter holiday vibes.”

Morn felt as though she was being mocked but couldn't fully put her finger on why, as she spent most her life in an area where winter time ment that near deadly heat turned to simply unbearable. Still, she readied herself for the battle to come. In front of her was a large goliath combatant, wearing a blue and white half face mask and long leg pants with matching boots. He stood a full head taller than Morn, but seemed light on his feet as he quickly shifted his stance to favor one leg then the other. Morn clenched her fists and took up a defensive stance.

“Disgraceful, not even showing up in proper attire. You make a mockery of the Squared Circle.” Scoffed the goliath, a voice as hard as granate.

Morn smirked, “Where I come from, only the strong get to talk shit. So unless you can back up your talk, you best shut up.”

The Blue Goliath flexed his hands to crack his fingers. “You have the right attitude at least. Still, for Wweef’s sake I'll show you real wrestling.”

As soon as the round start was announced the Blue Goliath shot forward, with a speed unbecoming of a man his size. Morn braced herself, knowing that such mass and velocity meant a lot of force, though in her mind it was simplified to ‘big thing moving fast hurts a lot’. She threw up her hands to block a hard punch and felt his knuckles dig into her forearm, seeing that his fists matched his voice. Her bare heels dug into the dirt below as she bore the impact. The orc gritted her tusks and teeth and shot back, digging a fist into the side of the man. He winced in pain but quickly moved his arms to wrap around hers and pulled her with all his might. Morn was sent stumbling and found herself falling to the ground. She rolled, quickly righting herself to a low crouching position. Suddenly the man was upon her, leaning over her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Morn struggled but found herself feeling the novel sensation of being flipped fully upside down then right side up and now looked over the ring at double her usual height. She realized she was sitting on the man's shoulders, her crotch in his face. Unable to fully process what had just transpired she sat frozen. This was quickly broken when she had the gut wrenching sensation of falling. This, too, was quickly stopped the ground slammed against her back. Her body yelled out in pain as she laid spread eagle on the ground. 

The man stood in triumph “Now that's wrestling!”

Morn tried to recover. She thought to herself ‘wrestling is about picking people up and slamming them down?’ her pained back was testament to how effective it was. Still, she may not have mastered the art of slamming, but she championed a different art. Still laying down she shot her foot up, meeting the goliath between his legs. She noted with some satisfaction that his balls did not match his hard voice. He lurched forward. “Fucking bitch.”

“Cry about it.” Morn sneered as she shot, grabbed the man's shoulders and pushed him to the ground. He managed to twist and the two struggled. 

“Hey ref this counts as pinning, start counting!” Morn yelled as she did her best to keep him on the ground. 

“No, he's squirming too much to count both shoulders on the ground.” The zebra shirted man said with some bemusement. 

Before Morn could argue she felt a hard knee rise between her legs and collide harshly with her groin. She lamented that the tightness of her wrestling singlet did nothing for protection. Her strength was robbed from her and she was kicked off by the Blue Goliath. Stumbling to her feet she saw the man struggling to get up himself. In a burst of fury that let her suppress her pain she ran up and grabbed the booted feet in front of her. She raised his legs up high and began to stomp relentlessly on the man's crotch again and again. She counted the times the sole of her bare foot made contact with either his left ball, right ball, both, or sometimes even his dick. They were sizable targets so they were hard to miss. He pulled his legs back with more force and Morn had to let go. The man curled up, wheezing in pain on his side. The orc walked around the man, wondering how she could get both his shoulders to touch the ground most effectively. 

The Blue Goliath forced his hand away from his aching nuts and grabbed Morn by either ankle. She fell and hit the ground. Instinctively she squirmed to break free but saw the man got to his feet and began to spin her round. The centrifugal force was soon enough that her arms were forced above her head and her breasts were almost forced out of her unitard. Suddenly the pressure on her ankles stopped and she was sent flying, being flung in the air for a brief second before slamming back down on the ground once more. Her vision blurry as she met the dirt, struggling to her feet. It was with a faint recognition she realized a man was counting. Why was that? Her heart jolted when she remembered the rule of being out of the ring for ten seconds and the toss must have put her out of bounds. She scrambled, foregoing any dignity and stumbled back to the ring only making it back on the count of eight. 

In the intervening time the Blue Goliath stood with a noticeable hunch, the pain in his loins almost overwhelming him. Still he had devised a plan to finish off the annoying greenskin. He knew that the material for freebee wrestling singlets were cheap at best and it didn't take much to break. In his mind the scene played out perfectly. He would grab the front of the woman's outfit and pull, exposing her breasts. She would scream a high pitched yell of embarrassment and he would be in prime position for any finishing move he wanted. And this would come with the added benefit of seeing bouncing green booba. As the woman made a mad dash to return to the ring she couldn't focus much on defense. He shot his hand out, grabbing the cheap materials and yanking. It was flawless, as were the fat green tits that flopped freely in front of his face. He was expecting a yell, but none came. All that did come was the forehead of the now topless woman.

Morn shot her head forward into the nose of the goliath and it made a satisfying crunch as the cartilage broke. He stumbled back, blood quickly dripping. The orc thought she should embrace the ideal of wrestling and partake in the tradition of lifting this man up and slamming him down. She reached low, hooking a hand around the mid thighs of the goliath. He was heavier than she expected but with a roar of effort she picked him up off his feet and up as high as she could manage. When she was at the apex of her upswing she stepped forward, dropping one knee to the ground and leaving the other up. She directed the descent of the heavy man towards the hard bone and his already battered orbs were compacted between pelvic bone and knee with all the weight the man's body had. He gave a particularly undignified higher pitched yell as his manhood was pushed to near breaking. With no fight left he slumped to the ground, curling up in agony. Morn considered pinning him, but didn't feel like messing around with the not understood rules. Instead she settled for grabbing his foot to drag him out of the ring, which the man remained in a crying wreck until the ten count was reached. 

Returning to her friends in triumph Morn declared. “Well I don't have to worry about paying back forty five gold now.”

“And you've managed to emasculate another man, congratulations.” Kozor said, some male sympathy still in his bones.

“If it was a girl I'd have done the same. Ya can't go into any sort of fighting tournament if you're not prepared to lose something. Besides, I'm sure he's fine.`` Morn thought back to how the twin orbs felt on her knee. “Probably fine.”

Next was Glysh, sporting a purple singlet. It had the annoying property of being too loose and too tight at the same time. The shoulders and chest were loose on her top as she didn't have the height or bust to fill it out properly. The bottom half, however, struggled to keep in the overly generous gobbo booty meat as it stretched to its maximum to contain it all. She groaned at this, knowing that she may end up bottomless to contrast the now topless orc. The goblin looked over and saw Morn cheering her on, shameless about letting her bare breasts bounce freely. Part of her wanted to achieve thatlevel of not giving a crap. her eyes went back to her foe, a bulky looking human woman in a suitable garish costume and face paint designed to make her whole jaw area look like pointed teeth. Once more the goblin was reminded of an acting trope, almost feeling like she was about to beat up a clown.

The colorful woman spoke “A goblin pipsqueak like you don't belong here.”

Suddenly Glysh no longer felt bad about beating up a clown. The start of the match was announced and the clown dashed forward, aiming to tackle the purple garbed goblin. Just as it seemed that the greenskin was in grasp it seemed as though she vanished and the larger woman felt her leg give out. Stumbling to the ground she fell to all fours, frantically looking around for her foe. She turned her head when she heard a voice yell out in a dramatic tone.

“Forbidden art” uttered Glysh as she summoned her power, channeling her ninjutsu to focus around her fingers. She clasped her hands together, the middle and pointer fingers on both hands pushed outward. They vibrated with energy. With a sadistic grin she yelled, “One thousand years of death!” As she pushed her hands forward like a stabbing spear to the bent over foe. Her fingers pushed through the fabric of the human pants, parted her vulva and shot into the vagina. Much like a lot of men, Glysh shot forth all her stored energy upon penetration. The vibrations shot up and through to the reproductive organs of her larger foe, vibrating her uterus enough to reach the ovaries, to shake her organs as if they were tumbled inside a spinning wheel. The sensation was agonizing and the girl screamed in pain as her lady balls were violently stirred. Glysh pulled her fingers out, ending the spell and showing at least some mercy. 

The human slumped forward, her mind being unable to fully process the agony her body was in. The goblin wiped her fingers off on the pants of her foe, getting them as clean as possible before stepping one foot gently on her downed opponent to put her down for the three count.

“You fucked her into submission!” Morn said in awe. Kuni couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter. 

Waving her hands, she struggled to find the words and explain what she had just done, so she simply decided to shrug and agree. “More or less.” She decided to remain vague about her use of ninjutsu, an arcane speciality specifically designed to circumvent magic detecting methods. It's not that she didn't trust her taller or undead companions, she just doubted think they could keep a secret.

Kuni was up next, her blue unitard clashing with her red skin. She couldn't help but blush with it on, subconsciously thinking it would match her skin tone if she were to transform. She was grateful that the crotch of her outfit sagged some. Her opulent breasts were compressed in her suit, but she was used to a much tighter fit. Stepping into the dirt ring, she slapped herself hard on the shoulder. “Let me show you how to win a fight the right way.”

Kozor moved his jaw, held up by the top of his cranium by Morn. “Ah, there's that honorable warrior stuff.”

“Honor doesn't tend to win fights.” Morn said, with Glysh offering a high five in acknowledgment. 

A gnoll male stepped in to oppose Kuni, his body was bare, save for a bright yellow underwear. 

“I'm all for unarmored defense but he's basically asking for a kick to the puppy-makers with that. Do gnolls make puppies?” The taller greenskin asked, holding Kozor to face her.

“I think they are more like hyenas than dogs. But I don't know what a baby hyena would be. Cubs I think.”

“Guys, fight’s starting.” The shorter greenskin chided them.

When eyes returned to the fight the two combatants had already locked in a classic test of strength, hands locked together and pushing each other with all their might. The gnoll, matching the female in size and bulk, snarled as he tried to force the woman back. Kuni did not budge an inch, pressing back and matching the gnoll with a snarl of her own. The two pushed, hard muscle flexing as they fought, sweat glistening the scarlet woman's body. The massive gnoll buckled, legs forced to get lower. The oni yelled, pushing him once more to force him to the ground. As he laid sprawled on the ground Kuni raised her leg up. Higher and higher until it was above her leg. “Hammer of the Goddess!” she shouted as her heel flew down with the force of a warhammer. The gnoll scrambled, missing the attack by a hair's breadth. 

“Why do you feel compelled to say attack names, you're not casting spells.”

Glysh chuckled, not acknowledging what the skull had just said.

“I think it's more to pump you up when you make the swing. Like yelling out to give it your all.” Morn said. To herself she thought that it also sounded pretty cool. She needs to name some attacks.

The gnoll got to his feet. Kuni quickly dug out the wedgie her attack made in her crotch and ass. Once she was free she stretched out her arms, daring her hairy foe to challenge her might again. Gritting his teeth at this brazen display he leaned forward to prepare a new headlong rush. Seeing the female's plight at her clothing did give him an idea. He ran forward, arms wide so as to meet his foes. At the last second his hands shot inward, gripping the bottom parts of the woman's costume at the upper thigh. He yanked up with all his considerable strength. The woman's bare hips were exposed as the fabric of her outfit dug into her crotch. She yelled out, the sudden pain a surprise. Instinctively her arms went to the wrists of the gnoll to relieve the pressure. She felt her feet start to leave the ground and quickly changed tactics.

Her own hands shot to the undergarments of the gnoll, grabbing them and hoisting them upward. He squealed in pain, the stretchy fabric that was already tight on his nards now compressing the delicate organs against his pelvis. The two pressed their bodies together, not relenting as they both yanked their enemies clothing. 

Morn couldn't help but note how strong the oni’s glutes looked as they flexed in effort, thinking her breasts must be the only soft part of her body. The scarlet fabric of her unitard gave with a loud rip. Undeterred she yelled, picking up her sizable foe by his pants. His entire body weight was concentrated on his privates and he howled in pain as his feet kicked helplessly in the air. Kuni took one step to the side and swiveled her hips as she twisted the gnoll in the air to slam him hard on the ground out of bounds. 

Kuni yelled as she had a rush of victory, flexing her sweat-soaked muscles for all to see. Her badass image was somewhat diminished, as everything below her waist was now free in the breeze, her snow-white bush and toned ass exposed for all to see. The gnoll got to his hands and knees on the count of eight, but the sight of a bare coochie right in front of his face stunned him for the remaining two seconds. 

“So the curtains match the drapes.” Glush said, happy her fight didn't result in any clothing damage. Kuni was confused, only for a cool breeze to inform her that she was bottomless. She quickly moved her hands to cover her crotch, the red of her face growing brighter. “We have got to get better outfits.”

“Of course.” The merchant Max said, glad that his loose robes could hide any excitement at the sight of the girls in various states of undress. “Seeing as now all three of you now represent Trojan Armours, you need some clothing that will truly get the crowd’s eye.”

Morn was suspicious, narrowing her eyes at the man, not bothered in the slightest by her bare breasts. 

The merchant gave his best businessman smile. “Think of it as investing in an asset.” He resisted the urge to put emphasis on the first syllable of ‘asset’.

“Anything is better than fighting with my ass out.” Said Kuni, as she tried and failed to make the remainder of her outfit cover her modesty. 

Morn shrugged. “No clothing means less for your foe to grab onto. But I do like the outfits some of these guys have. Wouldn't mind trying it out to really get in the wrestler's headspace.”

Max smiled, his mind rushing with what they'd look like in such outfits. “I know just the person.”