Morn was enjoying her new attire, applying face paint that would give her a skeletal visage. She was in a tent provided by the tournament to allow the contestants to put on their outfits or just rest out of sight of overzealous fans.
“I am flattered you want to look like me.” Clattered the skull wizard Kozor. He sit on on a table and watched Morn apply her makeup with precision he did not expect from one as brutish as her.
“Don't flatter yourself, I put this on to honor the most important woman in my life.”
“Your mother?”
“Nah.” The orc stated flatly. “Never met her. The village shaman Dura raised me like she was her own.”
“A shaman?” If the animated skull had a brow to cock he would have done so. “I wouldn't mind meeting her, I am always interested in learning new kinds of magic.”
Putting on the final touches of her paint she looked over the rest of her outfit. Her arms were covered in a black shoulder length sleeve with white bone patterns. She had on a top that was too high up so as to reveal her underboob and pants that were too low so as to reveal her butt crack. “I am looking good!”
“I'm sure you will knock em dead. Speaking of, just remember no killing.”
Morn placed a hand to her chest in mock outrage. “Please, what kind of savage do you take me for?”
The skull chose not to answer that question, and instead decided to impart some needed knowledge to said savage. “No killing and no weapons are the only real ways to get disqualified. If you are found using a weapon in sight of the referee you will be disqualified on the spot.”
“Only if I am caught by the referee you say?”
“Yes, for all intents and purposes he is the eyes and ears of Wweef. Any calls made by him are final.”
Morn rubbed her chin, careful not to rub parts with paint. “So if I fool them I can get away with anything.”
“I just got done saying they are the eyes of a god and you immediately start to scheme.”
A man, part of the tournament staff, came into the tent, looking more at a parchment he carried than at the woman. “You're due for the entryway in five.”
The orc girl picked up her skull companion. “What the gods don’t know wont hurt ‘em. Come on, we got a match to win.”
Kozor groaned as he was grabbed. “Try to win fast, there is some sort of anti- magic device that is making me feel sick.”
Morn walked out of the tent and to the fabled Squared Circle. She looked around and saw dozens of rows of benches, each filled with cheering fans. It was arranged much like a colosseum, with rows further back being elevated higher and higher to allow everyone to see. Morn stood at a runway leading to the battleground, a square platform elevated and surrounded by three ropes tied to ring posts at every corner.
“Reminds me a bit of my home, but ours is a lot smaller. And a pit in the ground.” Morn said, still looking around.
She walked past rows of screaming fans, all eager to see a new battle. She was met by a well-dressed elvish man, who held a speaking stone in one hand. Kozor knew of this device. It was an enchanted rock that would project one's voice to another similarly enchanted stone. This did get the wizard thinking about the anti-magic device that protected the arena from use of spells. It must have been tuned finely to allow only certain types of magic. His wizardly curiosity made him want to find out the limits of this, but it'll have to wait. Their opponent, a burly looking gnoll, seemed to have already made his introduction.
“In this corner, hailing from parts unknown, Morn Nofamilyname!” The elf announced, gesturing towards Morn. She was not sure what to do, as fights in her home village did not have any pomp or presentation like this. He walked towards the orc, holding out the speaking stone. “Tell us about yourself.”
Morn was at a loss for words, and as such she simply let out along “Uh” and heard it amplified and echoed through the stadium.
“Damnit, you have a script!” Kozor clattered in her off hand.
“I do?”
“Yes, remember Max gave it to us?”
She thought back, remembering a piece of parchment the merchant had handed her before she went to the tent, but found it very dull reading.
The skeletal wizard snapped, breaking her concentration. “Lift me up to the stone, you illiterate troglodyte.”
Morn appreciated the compliment, and did so, raising the bone. The announcer was confused but kept his cool, as there were plenty of other colorful characters to see in these matches and what he assumed was puppetry would be nothing too odd. Kozor took a moment to compose himself before speaking the script he had memorized easily. His voice took a lower, more seductive tone, as instructed by the note.
“Hello, beautiful people. This bout is generously sponsored by Trojan Armor Co.” The skeleton took on the tone of a prostitute trying to fish for customers. “When I am in the middle of a long hard battle and need protection I think of Trojan Armor.”
The crowd responded positively, normally they groaned at the idea of an advertisement but the use of ventriloquism and voice added to it.
Morn was amused. “Wow, these idiots will cheer for anything, huh.”
Suddenly the audience went silent. All at once they began to jeer and boo the orcish newcomer.
“What happened? Why are they booing?” Morn asked.
If Kozor had eyes theyd be rolling. “You did just call them idiots.”
“They cheered for dirty talk from a corpse. Would it be better if I called them perverts?”
The booing intensified, with some even throwing small pieces of trash. Morn took this poorly, shouting back every curse she could think of.
The announcer was surprised by this, as usually the fighters try to win the crowd's favor. A man in a black and white striped tunic took the stage, pulling Morn back and shouting at the crowd that if they kept throwing things into the ring they would be removed from the stadium. This was enough to quell the wrath of the onlookers, who settled down uneasily into their seats.
Morn quickly hopped down, placing Kozor carefully on the small divider separating the audience from the ring. The orc returned to the arena, giving onlookers a good view of her ass as her pants struggled to contain everything. The wizard could practically feel one person reaching towards him.
“Touch me and you'll be cursed for a thousand years.” Kozor lied, but the short shocked scream let him know the deception was believed.
When Morn returned the match was quickly declared to have started, as the announcer scurried out. The gnoll stood head and shoulders above the orc, even with his forward leaning posture. Thick fur covered his body but even then she could tell he had muscle beneath. All he head on were tight colorful pants made out of the skin of the Creeper in the Water. As such it was very tight and did not leave much to the imagination. The two fighters got closer, the scent of old meat heavy on the gnoll’s breath, causing Morn to fear if his bite would be employed in this bout.
The gnoll wasted no time, taking a wild swing at the orc. She barely managed to move out of the way in time with the displaced air from the punch lifting her hair. She acted fast, throwing a punch into the brute’s midsection. She felt like punching a hairy rock with how muscled he was. Still, the sharp exhaling of air from her foe let her know it did do something at least.
The two continued, Morn using her superior speed to help keep the gnoll at bay, but even with every counter attack it felt like she was doing little more than annoying him. One swing of his fist turned into an open hand swipe and his claws cut three shallow slashes across her abs. The crowd cheered at this, both for the sight of blood and seeing the one they hated getting hurt.
Morn shot back, launching her foot between her opponent's legs. The tights offered no protection and Morn could feel the twin orbs upon the top of her foot as it made contact. The male let out a high pitch whimper as his hands went to cradle his aching crotch. The crowd turned, all jeering and boos.
“Fuck you all!” Morn shouted, turning and raising a finger at the onlookers. “He clawed me and you cheered.”
The gnoll recovered, getting behind the green woman and wrapping his muscular furry arms around her midsection. He squeezed tight, his sore balls rubbing against her ass as he arched his back to send both fighters backwards in a suplex. Morn’s view was that of the crowd, the sky, then the crowd upside down as she was slammed onto the canvas. She laid stunned for a moment, her skull rattling and her ass the highest point of her body.
The gnoll rolled over quickly to stand. Morn was slower, still dazed from the slam. She felt the furry hands of her opponent wrap around her neck as he lifted her up. Her feet left the ground and she left to dangle in the air. She moved her hands to the beast’s forearms to try and support herself. He let go with one hand, and moved it to the orc’s behind. His massive hand was able to cover one cheek as he pushed, moving her to face upward as she threw her to the ground full force.
The orc hit the ground with tremendous force, the air in her lungs forced out. She felt like she was suffocating for a moment, and all she could do was hold her neck to try to breathe again. Her vision was blurred but she could see the referee looking down at her, trying to determine if she could keep fighting. Eyes watering she managed to climb to her hands and knees. With her vision blurring she saw the gnoll had turned to flex to the crowd, lapping up their cheers. She crawled and with all the strength she could muster she threw her forearm between his legs, hitting him in his already sore balls. He let out an even higher scream, this time himself falling to the ground in agony.
The crowd once more turned, screaming their disapproval at Morn. While her tactics were legal they were not popular. She stood up, coughing before regaining herself.
“You suck!” One man shouted.
Morn ran to the ropes of the ring, leaning on them and pointing an angry finger to the crowd. “Who said that? You wanna fight, get your ass in the ring or shut up!”
She kept screaming to the crowd, challenging anyone to get in and fight her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw something approaching and barely moved fast enough to duck a wooden chair speeding at her. Someone in the crowd seemed to have taken her up and tossed his seat.
The ref took Morn’s place, pushing her back to start to yell and find who had thrown the chair. He was furious someone would interfere with the sanctity of the match and was threatening to toss out whoever did that.
The chair laid sideways in the middle of the ring. Morn thought for a moment, remembering that using a weapon in the ring would be an immediate disqualification. And the referee was the eyes of Wweef and he was looking at the crowd. She saw the gnoll was recovering, getting to his feet. The orc snatched up the chair and with a wicked smile she slammed it on the ground hard enough to cause a loud crash. With that she gently tossed the chair at the gnoll, who in his bewilderment caught it. Morn flopped to the ground, holding her head in over acted pain.
The sound caught the referee's attention, who turned and saw the gnoll holding the chair and the orc on the ground in pain. The gnoll dropped the chair, trying to explain himself. However the ref would not hear it, his anger at this sacrilege overflowing and he called for the match to end. He declared that Morn was the winner by DQ.
The crowd grew even more incensed, their jeering growing even louder. Morn got out of the ring, scooping up Kozor and heading back to the tent.
“That is one way to beat a bigger foe, I will give you that.”
Morn had a big grin on her face, even as fans threw snacks and empty flagons of ale at her. “I won, that's all that matters.”
One that note, one more flagon was tossed at her, this time it had a fair amount of liquid still inside it. She caught it, and raised it high to waterfall the alcohol into her open mouth. Most of it fell out, spilling onto the green women's breasts. Once she had emptied the container she wiped her mouth and threw the flagon onto the ground hard. She then gripped the underside of her top and lifted, exposing her emerald nipples while making more lewd gestures at the fans as she finished her exit.
Kuni was next to fight, walking up the runway and giving a few waves to the crowd.
“Now entering the ring we have Kuni Lingus! Oni warrior from the far East!” The announcer blared over the far speaker system, his voice cutting through even the cheer of the rowdy crowd. Kuni made her way into the squared circle, taking the offered up speaking stone.
While she had no problem being in a crowd, she did feel awkward being put on display like this. The oni knew every person in the crowd was eyeing up every inch of her body. Her bright red skin was accentuated by the leopard print boots and gloves. Her tops and bottom did not do too much to cover her up, her feeling like they had been made a few sizes too small on purpose. She could feel the fabric riding up on her ass, but she was too nervous to dig it out out of fear of how it’d look.
Then an even worse thought hit her. She was due for a transformation soon. The idea of turning blue in the middle of the fight in front of an entire crowd did scare her. And oddly excited her.
Kuni shook her head, dispelling the thought. Only her male half would like the idea of such exhibitionism. And if she was too worried about things she cannot control she would never win any fights.
The man leaned in to whisper. “It is live, anything you say will be heard by everyone.”
The oni cleared her throat before speaking. “I have been informed that I must read a speech to you.”
The onlookers all groaned, already hating being advertised to. Undeterred Kuni continued, speaking in an awkward monotone trying to speak from memory and quoting word for word. “As you can tell I have some large assets. Puff out your chest when saying assets. And I definitely need to keep my girls under control do I use Trojan for these puppies. Smile and wink seductively.”
The announcer leaned in again. “I think some of that was stage direction.”
“I know, I don't care.” She passed off the far speaker, clearly not enjoying needing to objectify herself.
The man took it up the stone. “Lots of sponsors in this tournament. Now to face off with Kuni we have the one and only Silver Sable!”
With that a female human took her turn to march out of the other runway. She moved with much more energy and showmanship than her oni opponent, giving high fives to fans as she ran past. Her outfit was a silvered leather ensemble, complete with a mask that opened at the back to allow her hair to flow outward. She practically dove into the ring, snatching the speaking stone without prompting.
“What's black and blue and red all over?” She hollered. “Kuni after the Silver Sable is done laying the smack down on her! Can I get a ‘hell yeah?’”
The crowded took up her request and in an awkward unison shouted hell yeah.
“I can't hear you!” She responded, putting one hand to her ear.
The fans shouted hell yeah again, this time much louder and more forceful. Kuni was impressed by this, and thought she should try something like this for the next fight. The human dropped the far speaker, which crashed down and caused the speakers to give a horrible screech. The announcer grabbed it and shot daggers at the Sable. “Don't just- Alright ladies, let the fight begin!”
The red woman reached out, trying to grapple her foe, but she was too fast and slipped between her arms. Before Kuni could recover the human shot her leg out, hitting the oni in the side of the knee.
Kuni gritted her teeth, the strength in her leg failing as she took to one knee. The leather woman grabbed the oni’s head and threw her to the ground. The Silver Sable turned and climbed the ring post, placing her feet on the topmost rope. In a mighty leap she flipped in the air, extending one arm out and letting the point of her elbow extend out. It slammed full force into the oni’s stomach, forcing all the air out of her lungs. She writhed on the floor, both hands trying to rub away the pain in her abdomen.
As Kuni lay on the ground she had two thoughts: that really hurt and that was really cool. She had never seen such an acrobatic attack before.
The oni forced herself back upward and continued the fight. They were evenly matched, with Kuni using her superior strength to help make up for the human’s speed. The oni managed to land a high kick on the leather clad woman’s head and knocked her to the ground. While she was downed Kuni thought about using her Hammer of the Goddess to finish the fight, but she had a different idea. She moved to climb up the ropes, much like her foe. She overbalanced, almost slipping and tumbling into the crowd. The audience did enjoy seeing her trying to keep balance on the ring post, as it did have her cleavage move around amply . She regained her footing and sprung upward as high as she could.
Unfortunately her aim was off, so she could not strike with her elbow. Instead she landed badly on her opponent, the full weight of all her muscle coming crashing down. As she lay on the Silver Sable the referee dove to the ground, putting his face close to the canvas to keep an eye on the leather clad woman’s shoulders. He slammed his hand down, counting loudly.
“One!”
Kuni could feel the other woman struggle underneath, but she was unable to find the strength to get up.
“Two!”
She could feel the struggling grow weaker. The oni thought she had lost her will to fight.
“Three!”
Kuni was elated, happy she had defeated her opponent. It was shattered when she pushed up and heard the human gasping of air. Looking down, the oni realized she had been smothering her with her breasts.
“Ki-ller-Boobs! Ki-ller-Boobs! Awoooooogaaaa!” Every man and most of the females chanted in unison between hoots and hollers
She shot up, face growing redder with embarrassment. She could hear many men in the crowd screaming that they wished they could be the ones who were suffocated. She tried to cover her chest in embarrassment, but was horrified to feel that her nipples were erect, and it felt good to rub them as she did. The oni moved her hands away to not seem like a pervert, but the mixture of her sweat and the drool from the Silver Sable had soaked her top and the material turned see-through. She yelled, running off the ring as fast as her legs would take her. This did have the unfortunate effect of making her breasts bounce like crazy, leading the crowd to cheer even louder.
Glysh was next. She wanted to play things up to the crowd, and decided to have fun. The goblin put up an aloof and edgy attitude. Easily she sprung up, clambering up the ringpost and balancing with skill and grace atop the pole. The audience ate it up.
She did a flip as she landed onto the canvas, but this also did cause her rump to wobble and let out a loud clap. The announcer came up to her, asking to introduce herself. She did so, but put a spin on it. She added as deep of an goblin accent as she could to give it, trying to make herself sound more exotic. Improvising, she spoke in a broken and almost feral form of Common, trying to have some fun with the dumb script she was given while fulfilling her contractual obligation.
She grabbed the arm of the elf announcer, pulling the speaking stone down to her mouth level. She let out a gremlin inspired shrek of anger. “Me love smash smash! Me wanna bash bad man’s head in and take his shiney! But if bad man have Trojan armor me get too scared and bash someone else’s head!”
She always enjoyed playing into the feral goblin stereotype, as if you got an opponent to think you are a dumb animal it's that much easier to trick them.
A little dumbfounded, the announcer pulled back his arm. He already knew this figher’s name, and he recovered his composure quickly. He had seen many silly gimmicks in his day. Matching her energy he pretended to look scared of the goblin. “Good gods almighty, this one is animalistic. Glysh looks like she is ready to rip someone’s head off. Who here wants to see that?”
The crowded got to their feet, baying for blood. “Will this fercity be enough to compete with the unmatched beauty of Eel Enis!?” The announcer moved his hand to gesture towards the other runway. A human bard came out first and blew into a brass instrument to produce some smooth music. Following close behind was a big beefcake of an elf.
His perfect skin rippled with oiled muscle and he would flex and pose all the way up the walkway. She could see that no inch of him had body hair, only silky smooth flesh. The only thing he had on was a long loincloth that almost dragged to the ground. He had a mane of smooth golden hair, chiseled jawline, and pearly white teeth.
He climbed up the ringpost, all the while pointing and winking at any available female. When he was inside the squared circle he slowly and seductively placed both hands behind his head, and slowly swiveled his hips and ended it in a thrust that made his loincloth bounce. A high pitch chorus of female cheers and whistles sounded all through the stadium. With the crowd amped up he held out his hand expectedly for the annouer. With the far speaker in hand Eel only had one thing to say. “Hello ladies.”
The goblin had to shake her head, trying to get her mind off horny thoughts. She kept her eyes glued on him as he gave his intro, but any words went over her head as she was too busy staring at his body and those bouncing pecs. Despite herself she bit her lip. Why did it have to be a buff sexy elf?
The green woman was too distracted to notice the bell was rung and the hunky elf was fast approaching. He wrapped her up, easily catching the small woman in his strong arms. Glysh had her nose buried deep in the pectoral muscles of the elf, and she didn't mind at all. She managed to look up and see that he had piercing blue eyes.
“Daddy?” She asked, feeling unbelievably flustered.
The elf cocked a smile. “I get that a lot.”
He hopped forward, landing on his belly and pinning the woman to the canvas. This did wake her up enough to have her realize that she was supposed to be trying to win. She wiggled and started to get out when she felt something odd on her thigh.
“Oh, that's his penis.” She thought, feeling the ridge of the head through the fabric of the loincloth. Without thinking her hips moved and started to grind against the elf in a feral attempt to get him hard to start breeding her there and then in the ring.
“His penis is bigger than my leg!” She thought, blood rushing to her face and a quivering in her loins. She felt him start to push up off of her, and for a moment she had hoped he would rip off her ninja garb. Instead he stood up and the referee raised one of his arms in triumph. She realized she had lost the match, much to the disappointment of the crowd who hated the short match.
She peered up at the elf. “You busy later, big boy?”
He only spared her a glance. “Sorry, I like tall girls.”
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