Thursday, March 28, 2024

Low Blow Quest 12: tinkering the tailor


“First time I've ever been a tailor.” Morn stated as she leaned over to examine a bolt of fabric, pinching the material between thumb and forefinger. She had fully discarded her torn leotard, opting to shop for clothing fully in the nude. She had absolutely no shame in this as she would usually be naked in her home orc tribe. As she bent over Kuni couldn't help but ogle the toned green rump of her companion. 


If Kozor had eyes he would have given a sideways one to the oni. “Considering adding some green to your red?”


“Huh?” Kuni asked, snapping back to reality. “I was just-” She scrambled to think, her face turning a brighter red. The top half of her unitard was still intact, but the bottom had been destroyed from the previous fight. The muscular Oni girl had to knot the broken halves together at the crotch and make an awkward extra tight panty. Much to her embarrassment it rode up her slit and still revealed a tuft of her snow white pubes. “I was just trying to see what Morn was looking at, not at her.”


“Convincing. While you three were busy watching the rest of the spandex-clad oafs fighting the preliminaries I was able to squeeze some information out of the Iron Sultan. It seems that Wweef favors flamboyant outfits and outrageous personalities. So if you want to win some of that god's favor you may want to keep that in mind.”


Glysh smirked, picking up the undead wizard skull to deftly balance it on the tip of her index finger. “Never took you for the religious type.”


“If that religion has some tangible results, then I'll believe whatever I need to. Now would you please be careful with my skull, it's all that is tethering me to the mortal realm.”


Max poked his head inside the tailor shop, doing his best to not ogle the heavenly bodies of the women. “Is everything to your liking?” He had generously funded the women’s entry fee and was now using his connections to help the girls get outfits for the tournament. He tried his best to keep his eyes on the displays of his company’s armor that was on display in the shop, as the green woman had already threatened to rip off one head then the other if he kept ogling them. 


The tailor waved a hand dismissively. “I have everything handled here, you keep yourself busy out there.”  He was an short elf, with fiar hair and skin and a perpetual look of being unamused. His body was covered in a stylish and decorative tunic.

Max nodded, disappearing as he closed the door. He smiled to himself as he had already informed the tailor that no matter what the girls requested, a few modifications would be necessary to make sure they were very eye-catching. This advertisement was an investment, so he really wanted all eyes on the women shilling his product. 


Morn wrapped her curves in a jacket while looking in the mirror. “I don't get the appeal of dressing up like this. What advantage does it offer?”


Glysh deposited Kozor on a table before sliding next to her orcish friend. 


“Morn, you don't get the idea of sex appeal. If you're showing off a little skin then a foe may get so flustered they hesitate for a split second. And a split second is all you need to win.”


The orc was skeptical. “I was under the impression a rogue like you did not want to be seen at all.”


“Sometimes even the best laid plans can go wrong and you end up with a guard pointing a spear at your back.” She gave her behind a hard whack, letting the soft green flesh bounce. While her leotard was undamaged from her previous bout, nothing could ever hope to stop that level of jiggle. “And this behind of mine has been able to charm its way out of a lot of tight spots!”


Morn chuckled. “When we found you it got you stuck in a tight spot. But I can't see some wisdom  in what you are saying. I refuse to dress like a prostitute though, I still want to strike some fear into an opponent I have to face in the ring.``


Kuni came over, holding a rolled up parchment and multiple colored lead stylus. “Be a little of both then. A badass not afraid to show some ass. The shop owner was getting impatient with us, so he provided these to sketch out our ideas.”


Morn snatched up one of the blank vellums. The only time she had drawn was the body paint she would apply on her or a fellow orc’s body. Nevertheless, she furiously scribbled away.


Glysh already knew what she had in mind. She would more or less replace her old outfit, figuring the navy blue rough get up would be striking enough among the garish clowns she’d have to fight. The goblin could easily just describe what she wanted. She made her way to the skull, rotating him so she was looking into his glowing sockets. “So, bone boy, do you happen to have any spells that wouldn't be seen by anyone.”


If the skull had the ability to arch his brow he would have. “What do you mean?”


“Oh, like an enfeeblement spell that makes someone weak, but without any showy lights. Or an invisible mage hand?”


“I have a few unseen spells, yes. I can cast a field of darkness to hide in. I studied strengthen, which gives a powerful physical boost to those I cast it on. I dabbled in divination, but never got the hang of it. Why do you ask?”


Glysh waved a hand. “No reason, just thinking ahead if we needed a little boost to win a fight.”


Kozor clattered his teeth. “Well sorry, but with the anti magic device in effect I won't be able to do anything helpful.”


The goblin nodded at this, thinking she shouldn't reveal she had ulterior plans until she knew it was needed.


“Done!” Morn stated happily. She held up her drawing with pride. It very crudely depicted a female orc adorned in spikes and standing next to a man. “I'm thinking of something with lots of blades and spikes!”


“Well, I don't think-” Kozor was silenced as the orc happily kept going, flipping the page over to show she had drawn on the back. It depicted the same spikey outfit, but with large green breasts ballooning on the chest. The opponent was now depicted with a huge erect penis swelling from his pelvis. “So I flash my tits like Glysh said and the guy will be all stunned! And then…”


She pulled out a new sheet, where she had used most of the red lead stylus to depict what would happen to the opponents she would face. 


“I like the enthusiasm.” Kozor stated, a bit taken aback. “But these are not death fights, and you can't bring carried weapons.”


Morn protested “I was just going to maim em! And it's not a carried weapon if it's on the costume.” 


“I like to study rules and that would not be allowed.”


The orc pouted, discarding her drawing. Kuni took a break from her drawing to come over to Morn. “You can always do your costume so it looks like something you admire. An orcish legend or someone you look up to. I'm making my outfit match the attire worn by the hero Lum. She was a deadly fighter, wielding lightning like a spear and leaving all who opposed her as blackened husks.”


“Someone I admire.” She thought for a moment. It didn't take long until she went back to drawing, taking much more care this time.  She found her current position uncomfortable and placed her paper on the ground to try and draw better. She got on her knees and elbows to keep her face close to the parchment so as to get a better view of the linework. This had the side effect of her bare ass now being the highest part of her body.


Kuni added the finishing touches on her own sketch, holding it up with pride.


“The hell is wrong with your face?” Glysh burst out laughing, falling onto her back and rolling around. 


“Shut up! I was the best artist in my village!” In her hand she held a depiction of an oni, but a style no one in this land had laid eyes upon. The figure was feminine, with a strong body dressed in a bikini of tiger fur. She had boots and gloves to match, while her breasts were bound with bandages. I had strong deep strokes for the lines and the body was contorted in an outlandish way. What really drew the goblin’s attention was the way the face was depicted. It looked nothing like Kuni, being more reminiscent of a grinning shaved cat with horns. To top it off the depicted figure had crossed eyes.


“Hey guys! Guess who I am!” Glysh sat up bringing her mouth into a goofy grin and focused her eyes on her nose to bring them together. 


“That's it!” The oni shouted as she tackled the goblin. The two naked women rolled on the floor boards, each trying to grapple one another. Kuni had the clear advantage in terms of strength but Glysh was too wild to get a solid grasp on.  


“Oh this speaks wonders to our chances of winning this tournament.” Kozor stated dryly. The tailor barged in and tried to break up the fight, fearing damage to his inventory. Morn kept her eyes glued to her paper, putting on the final touches. 


“And I think that does it.” Morn said with pride. She turned to show off her masterpiece, but saw everyone was distracted by the scuffle. 


“I said I am done with my drawing!” Morn shouted loud enough to put an end to any hostilities, Glysh latched to Kuni’s back with her arms around the Onis throat but held back from applying pressure to her headlock. All eyes and hollow sockets turned to her.  “That's better. Here is my new costume.”


While still a very crude depiction, her new sketch was more clear than her previous scribble. It was a step above a stick figure. It showed a basic humanoid form in black tank top and black pants. Both had a very rudimentary skeletal structure drawn on them, with the figure's face painted to look like a skull.

“Why Morn, I am flattered you want to look like me.” Kozor said with mock pride.


The orc pressed down on the skull, forcing his jaw shut. “This is inspired by Dura, the shaman of my village. She always looked after me when I was growing up. I can't think of a better hero to represent.”


“Morn, that is so sweet. I didn’t  think you’d -ACK-” Kuni was cut off when Glysh continued their fight, choking out the Oni. The red vixen threw herself back, slamming the goblin against the wall and knocking fabric rolls to the ground. Morn ran over, not wanting the two of them to be responsible for making the group go from bankrupt to in debt.  The goblin still held onto the back of the oni, leaving both crotches at the same height. Morn swung her leg up between all four of their legs, her shin hitting the oni in the groin and the top of her foot hitting the goblin in the pussy. Both let out a cry of pain and fell to their knees. Morn crossed her arms and looked over the two women. 


“Knock it off you two. When I win this tournament I'm not gonna give a single copper to this shop to pay for damages, got it?”


Glysh took a hand off her aching womanhood to point an accusatory finger and Kuni. “She started it!”


“Does it look like I care? Save all this for the ring, for Wweef’s sake.”


Morn stomped off to the tailor, who upon seeing the muscular woman moving towards him with such purpose cowered in fear. Instinctively he moved one hand to his neck and the other over his crotch, unsure if she planned to make good on her earlier threat. He was beyond relieved when she merely held out the paper for him to take. Kuni leaned over to Glysh. “That was kinda hot, right?”


The goblin was perplexed. “The crotch kick or bossing us around?”


“Yes.”





With the designs in hand the tailor was almost ready, he simply needed some measurements. He brought out a long piece of measuring tape. He put one end of the tape on the floor and brought the other end to Morn’s hip, memorizing the height. He moved behind the orc.


“Put your hands above your head, please.”


“You better not be getting fresh.” Morn said with a growl as she raised her hands.


“Please, I’m a professional.” That being said he tried to reach his own arms up to get them up to the woman's chest, but judged it too awkward and simply decided to find a stool to give him extra height. Eventually he was able to bring the tape around the green woman’s bust. “I spend all day measuring and fitting my clients, I’m used to seeing a lot of naked people.” He couldn't get the ends of the tape to reach all the way around, the green breasts too much for one tape to handle. 


“I need to get a second tape, hold on.” The elf would have been able to squeeze the tape around her breasts, but one scowl from her was enough for him to not want to risk tempting a similar crotch kick she gave to her friends.


He moved to Glysh, needing to get on his knees to get down to her level. When the tailor pushed the now double long measuring tape around the goblin’s rump he raised a brow. “Looks like you are as wide as you are tall.”


“What was that?” The goblin yelled, anger rising. 


“Nothing, darling.” He lamented none of the women having a fine elf body type.


He finally moved to the oni and once more he needed a step stool to get up to her level. 


Morn took this time to look closer to the armors on display in the shop with a critical eye. 


“I've had to fight guys with protection like this before. I think they break and fall apart easily.”


Glysh let out a derivative snort. “Trojan Armor, the beggar’s choice. I can't tell you how many times a stealth operation has gone South and some guards came out wearing this crap to stop me. Having this on is like fighting naked.”


Morn was left confused. “What's the issue?”


“I forgot who I am talking to.” She said with a shrug. “I ment naked, with stones tied to your body. It's cheaply made and the weight is distributed awkwardly. Makes them really easy to fight.”


This sat ill with the orc, the image of some fighter dying due to a poor choice in protection. She tried to dismiss this, as it would be their choice ultimately. Her eyes went to the shop window and saw a young man with his face pressing against the shop window and an obvious tent in his pants. She was getting ready to storm out and fix that tent when she saw Max say something to the young man and point him away. Morn couldnt hear what was said, but the creep hurried off. Perhaps she judged Max incorrectly.




The tailor stretched double tape around the woman’s chest he sighed.


“What's wrong?” Kuni asked as the tape compressed her breasts.


“I don't have a third measuring tape, but I can estimate the proper size.” He moved his hand to the gap in the tape, using two fingers to try and fill in the space. When that failed he needed to use all of his hand to do so.


He stepped down. “You’ll have your outfits in a couple hours.”


“How will you make three outfits in a couple hours?” Kuni asked.


“I'm a professional.”


He moved to the back of the shop, working tirelessly. When he emerged he gave the girls three bags, each with their outfits.


With a bow the tailor motioned for the women to move to a back door.


“You may try on the outfits in the, ahem, changing room.”


The three did so, leaving Kozor in the main shop. Looking around they saw one wall was entirely fabric. While they were confused they still tried to put on their outfits. 


“I can barely get my ass in these pants!” Morn grunted as she pulled the waist of her black trouser in a vain attempt to cover her ass.


“Idiot tailor can't measure worth a damn.” Kuni growled as she realized she did not have enough bandage to completely cover her breasts.


“I'm feeling a little extra breezy here.” Glysh stated as she wiggled her hips to see how her outfit handled the movement. 


Suddenly the fabric wall parted, revealing the trio of women. The changing room they were in was in fact a runway attached to the back of the shop. All around the runway were countless eager eyes and several tightening pants, many of which were the ones who were trying to peer in the front. Morn growled to herself as she realized Max was directing the men back here to have front row seats. 


The armor merchant shouted as best as he could. “Trojan Armor proudly presents Glysh, Kuni, and Morn! Sponsored by Trojan Armor.”


Morn asked if he had to say the name twice. She was ready to jump off the stage and make good on her earlier threat, but was stopped when Glysh strutted on the runway. 


“Think of this as practice for using sexy as a weapon. Watch and learn.” The short and thick goblin started as she walked towards the catwalk. The crowds cheering intensified as she made sure to sway her generous hips with every step. Her outfit consisted of very baggy pants with a large portion of the hips cut out, forming an almost loin cloth with legs. Most of her waist and the sides of her butt were cleary visible, with only the center being hidden by fabric. The singular piece of clothing continued up her body, hiding her flat chest and moving up to her neck. She grasped this part and raised it to hide her mouth. 


“Boys go crazy for a little mystery and a little teasing.”


She strutted to the end of the walkway, and ended her show cause by giving a spinning roundhouse kick to the air, giving the men below only a short peek of her womanhood. She held still, but her rump needed a moment to slow down as well. One member, the creep from the window, couldn't contain himself and put his arms on the stage to climb up. Glysh stopped him by placing her foot on his face. She wagged her finger and pushed him down.


“I expect to see you cheer for me like this during my matches.”


Morn rubbed her chin. She was amazed. “So, you need to rile them up then abuse them. Build them up and tear them down, I get it!”


Kuni tried to hide her breasts with both hands, humiliated that so much of her was on display. She was about to try and stop Morn, but the orc was already off and the oni was too  to pursue onto the stage. Morn tried to think what men would find sexy, so she settled on swaying her hips as she walked like her goblin companion did. Her outfit was two sizes too small, so her skeleton themed pants rode so low that half of her butt was showing and most of her bush was on display. Her top did not fare much better, the fabric falling short of protecting modesty and showing off some of her dark green areolae. Morn added on to this, her hands moving on either side of her head as though to jerk off imaginary dicks.


Glysh did her best to hide her laughter at this, seeing the orc was trying to be sexy too far. She did fall on her back when she saw Morn focus on one of the dicks, using her tongue to simulate a bulge in her cheek like it was entering her mouth. For what it was worth the crowd was eating it up. Cheering even more wildly. When she made it to the end of the walkway she dropped to her knees, commiting to giving a phantom blowjob and even using one hand to cup imaginary balls.


The creep from the window once more lost his composure and tried to rush up the stage. Morn saw this and grabbed hold of his tunic, easily she lifted him up. The male's heart and manhood swelled with anticipation, things going even better than his wildest fantasies. 


The orc had other plans and knew the best way to tear down a guy. She lifted him up high enough to reach her other arm between his legs. She punched upward as hard as she was able, compressing his testicles between her strong forearms and his pelvis. She let him drop with a thud to the ground.


The men were stunned into silence by this, many wincing in sympathy.


Morn ran her way back to Glysh, smiling from ear to ear.


“How'd I do?” She asked excitedly.


Glysh had to shield her eyes so as to not lose her composure laughing at her entire show. “Killing it!”


Max rubbed his hands, knowing these three would be the best investment he ever made. He can only imagine how many sales he'd make with these three getting eyes on his product.

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