Shannon the Water Wizard vs "Iron" Ash the Spellsword

"Well, folks, it's another fine day in our fair city." The announcer's voice rang clear across the open air of the Arena. "And, as always, we're complementing this beautiful weather with a few beautiful contestants, for your viewing pleasure." The audience cheered, and those close enough to see the announcer followed his arm and staff as he gestured to one set of double doors on the ground level of the arena.

Shannon winced as sunlight broke through the crack of the doors, happy for the damp cloth around her hair that kept her cool. She considered taking a sip from one of the several flasks and canteens that were bound around her middle, but she figured that she'd need all the "ammunition" she could save. No, she would save her weapon, and just be thankful that her light airy robes were keeping her cool enough.

"A fresh face, eager to share in our local customs, we have Shannon Vaine of the Third Lake. Can't say I know what she brings to the table, folks, but let's see if she has any surprises in those lovely big bottles of hers..."

As Shannon stepped out into the Arena, she started to regret her choice to enter the Arena. She'd asked about local traditions on her way into the City, and everyone had pointed her to this competition. Shannon was assured it was non-lethal, but something about the hungry eyes and harsh calls of the audience was making her worry...

"And now, someone you all night be more familiar with..."

((nicely. I have an idea for an X factor and a change to the typical arena setting if that's okay with you...))

"...Iiiiiiiiiron Ashleeeeey!!!" Aloysius boomed and was met with much applause. Ash bounded out from under her portcullis, at the ready, with one arm raised and holding her broadsword. The other hand was raised in a fist, pumping to get the crowd roused.

"Hello, you beautiful people!" she shouted up at the stands with a few more fist pumps. The smith took her time in milking the audience for applause and bowing in response to the cheers. When she calmed down and stood at the ready, the viewing sphere drank her in, whirling around her with its invisible 'camera' and showing her off dramatically. She still sported her usual short hair, casually styled and slightly feathery. Her eyes shone like the big resolute sapphires they were. The only thing different about her outfit seemed to be the simple breastplate fastened over her sleeveless white tunic. Whether this meant that the arena managers thought she needed an advantage or that underneath Ash was wearing less than usual was unknown.

Ashley, if concerned, wasn't showing it. She did know that they'd picked another humiliating set of undergarments for her to wear, but if she was fighting a newcomer she felt like she might not have to worry about that...

"Hey! You!" she shouted, gesturing with her broadsword as she began to promptly trot towards her opponent. It was somehow both excessively casual and aggressive at the same time. "Let's do this!" she added as she brought both hands onto her weapon.

The ground shook suddenly, quite violent, causing alarmed murmurs from the stands and from the combatants alike. Several small geysers of water began to erupt from the sand in random points, quickly creating small, muddy pools. The most observant among the audience perhaps noticed a minuscule gesture from Queen Syndra.

"Well! This is... a surprise," said the announcer. "It looks like our beloved Queen has added a surprise... element to this match. I think it's safe to say the fighters will be getting... wet? A lot sooner than they anticipated..." Aloysius chortled, leaning into his suggestive commentary a little more than usual and savoring the "ooh"s and "aah"s from the crowd.

Ashley paused, thrown off by the sudden magical display but having kept her footing. Glancing around, she saw many of the pools had formed into beautiful little clear ponds. Others were settling a bit more naturally and amounted to little more than mud pits. She still had a clear path to this 'Shannon Vaine'. And she intended to try her opponent out by charging right up to her and taking a few defensive slashes with her broadsword.

One, two, three -- the first few strikes weren't really meant to hit, just to throw her off guard and draw out any interesting attacks. If she proved vulnerable, she'd start cutting away at those flimsy robes.

Shannon blanched. It was obvious that she was facing an experienced gladiator, and every line from the announcer and reaction from the crowd was only making her feelings of unease worse. She was intrigued by the magic behind the viewing sphere, but as Ash boasted and readied her weapon, Shannon knew she couldn't let herself get distracted. Then, as she started stepping back, popping the lid of one of her waterskins, the ground shook and groaned and Shannon was delighted to see water spurting high into the air.

Of course, Shannon was confused. She hadn't kept her abilities a secret, but so few people had seen her use it since she'd left her sanctuary. Whoever was doing this, Shannon was glad they seemed to be showing her a bit of mercy, giving her an advantage like this.

Shannon's curious mind was forced back into focus as the Spellsword charged her, hacking away as she drew near. Shannon shrieked, and quickly poured some of her water out into her hand, drawing it into a barrier in front of her. It wouldn't block the sword entirely, but hopefully it would provide enough padding to slow it and prevent any damage.

As the woman hacked away at her water shield, Shannon jumped back with each slash, until she could feel one of the small pools of water at her feet. As it came into contact with her body, Shannon could feel it resonating with her, ripples splaying from each point of contact. With a deep breath, watching the last of her shield get splattered into the sand, she willed the water to carry her back and simultaneously surge forward, hoping to push the woman away. She knew she'd have to mount an offensive eventually; but for now she needed to gather enough water and strength to do so...

Sure enough, Ashley's eyes widened for a brief moment of surprise when Shannon's impressive display of water magic sent her flying at the smith. With two hands on Ashley's breastplate she managed to shove her back a few feet. With a grunt, she stumbled back, making sure to keep her footing as she looked up determinedly at her foe.

"Water magic, hm?" Ashley mused, quirking a brow and looking around at just how much water there was in fact lying around now. "Well thanks," she began sarcastically up at the announcer's box, before swallowing once. Her eyes moved slowly to Syndra's canopied area, almost involuntarily, before finishing her statement: "Thanks, my Queen, for this challenge. I am always looking for the next challenge..."

As she finished her sentence she looked slowly towards her foe with a scowl. Some kind of water controlling magic user, was it? There were mages who'd like you to think one thing about what their shtick was, while in truth specializing in something else. She'd try out her defenses some more; Ashley's blade erupted into bright flames suddenly, white and hot as the sun, it seemed.

The crowd let out more "ooh"s as Ashley swung the sword in blinding arcs. A thin sheet of flame trailed behind it impressively as she lashed out in a horizontal swipe several times, back and forth. She was keeping minimal distance between her foe, as long as she could, and channeling magic into her blade to break through her opponent's defenses.

Fire against water seemed like a bad match-up, but when speed was taken into the equation, Ashley almost had Shannon beat. The initial tongue of flame streaming out from her sword swept across the front of Shannon's robes, licking and burning away at the thin material. Shannon gasped; the Arena's promise of being nonlethal held true, as the somewhat skimpy undertunic she wore under her robes revealed itself and a good deal of cleavage, her own flesh was unharmed. Still, what was the point of fighting like this?

Surely removing each others clothes couldn't be the intention.... could it? Shannon wondered. She didn't let herself dwell long though- the flame was already spreading across her clothes, and her opponent wasn't letting up with her probing and fiery sword swings. Shannon gathered the water at her feet, before bringing it up her body to douse the flames. With what remained, she waited for Ashley to swing her sword forward again, and sent a deluge flying at the blade. The resulting cloud of steam managed to block the two from each others eyesight, though it also had the effect of making their clothes suddenly seem much clingier and uncomfortable- a sudden rush of humidity will do that.

Not much water remained of that small pool- Shannon looked around and set her sights on a larger one not too far from her current position. Still, she knew she would be outrun if she just made a break for it- she had to start hitting back.

She dipped her fingers into one of her canteens, and pulled out the entirety of it's contents, focusing it and compressing it down into a bubbling ball in her hand. She pointed it through the steam to where she thought Ashley was, and let loose. On the other side of the obstruction, Ashley quickly prepared her next strategy, when a burst of water suddenly struck her in the midsection. Or, perhaps a little lower- with a metallic clang and a leathery snap, the Spellsword looked down to see her belt clasp had been torn apart in the blast, and she could see her quarry making a break to the nearest body of water as the steam cleared from the air.

Ashley sputtered and hissed in the steam, swinging her sword defensively as the ball of seemingly boiling water struck her in the midsection. The smith let out an "oof!" of surprise, the wind nearly knocked out of her, as she looked down at the ruins of her belt.

The water-laden, loose material of Ashley's pants was heavy, and the outfit the arena managers had forced her to wear time and time again seemed made for this pitfall. As soon as the spellsword's belt was gone, her pants fell to her ankles with a heavy "thwump", nearly tripping her up. Grunting, she managed to yank her boots through the leg holes after a bit of struggle, looking rather ridiculous with her boots on.

Ashley emerged from the cloud of steam, holding her broadsword with both hands and charging dramatically. The crowd gasped -- for a moment it almost looked like Ash was naked from the waist down, save for those boots. Her thick, toned ass bounced as she ran, and her crotch seemed bare from a distance.

In truth, the managers had chosen a set of undergarments to compliment her opponent. Ashley didn't think much of the thong at the time, save that it was rather thin, and extremely skimpy. She'd wondered what the point was, save that it was an embarrassingly tiny white thong...

What the smith didn't know was how susceptible her panties were to getting wet. In addition to... other properties... the material was rather sheer and practically see through, now that it was damp, and the viewing sphere promptly showed a closer look. It was hard to tell since she was charging her opponent, but it looked as if Ashley was sporting no pubic hair beneath that skimpy little garment.

"Well, folks," Aloysius smugly began, having seen his opening. "I'm not sure if Ash here didn't like the style she had going the last few matches, but it kinda looks like she's opted to go completely bare under... whatever that kind of underwear is! Whatever it is... I like it!"

Before the giant glassy sphere above could show off any more of the thong that clung so tightly to her smooth-looking mound, the spellsword jumped through the air at her opponent.

"We're here..." she said in the last few steps before her leap, "to put on a show!" Shouting, Ashley felt herself channeling energy into that blade. So, fire magic was obviously a bad idea, but she had plenty of elements at her disposal. Nevermind that she was practically bare-assed already -- her opponent was an amateur!

Shannon noticed her opponent's blade was white again -- this time with frost. A great, icy wind swirled around Ashley's blade as she swung it with a roar, causing moisture in the air around it to visibly condense into chunks of ice and snow. A great blast of cold washed over the water wizard as she felt her clothing nearly ripped right off of her from the force of the frigid blast...

As a wizard of the Bathing Lakes, Shannon had spent most of her life in what was essentially a giant hotspring. As such, she didn't mind heat and humidity so much, but she was very sensitive to cold. A shiver passed over her back, then a cold wind, and then finally the freezing gale that burst forward from Ash's sword as Shannon tried to make her escape. The blast blew her forward onto her hands and knees, and at the worst possible timing. The water soaking through Shannon's robes had frozen solid, the garment becoming stiff and biting cold. As Shannon fell to the ground, the impact finished off the frozen frock- it creaked, cracked, and then shattered into a shower of ice chunks and frost.

Shannon, covered on one side by a dusting of frost and ice and on the other by the sand that clung to her, slowly picked herself up off her stomach, and the blood in her veins froze as solid as her outfit had when she realized what had happened. Her body wasn't unlike Ashley's- a fairly sizable chest, but with wide hips and a bouncy butt, though the key difference was that the pear-shaped mage was much softer in all the spots Ashley had muscle. On her top half, she had a small, airy, somewhat sheer tank top over a strapless, wrapped bra. Following her body downward, past the slight chub at her stomach, the audience could see her hips being hugged by a pair of light blue low-cut panties, low enough that her butt crack peered over the waistband, and tied at each side in a small knot. Out from each leg, a big bubbly (and, to the audience's delight, even freckled) cheek was facing straight back at Ashley, jiggling as Shannon hit the ground.

"No.." Shannon whispered. She hadn't meant to relieve her opponent of her pants, but the announcers excited proclamations told her that was expected of these matches, and it all hit her at once what she was really in for. She saw the pool of water ahead of her, still a few strides away, and scrambled for one of her bottles- but recoiled when she felt it was freezing cold!

"No!" The blast of cold had frozen almost all of her bottles solid, and those that hadn't shattered offered her no ammunition in a non-liquid form. She gathered the one or two that still had usable liquid, and a few vials of other oils and soaps, and clutched them to her chest as she rolled over and struggled to her feet, mixing the powdery snow on her back with the coarse sand below her.

"Stay away!" she cried, backing towards the water. "I-I'm warning you!" As the Spellsword advanced on her, Shannon pulled out a latch ditch effort, with what water she still had on her person; in a flash, she pulled the towel out of her hair, letting her light brown locks out into the air. Strangely enough, the towel seemed to carry all of the moisture in Shannon's hair with it, and under Shannon's direction the wet towel coiled itself into a whip. With a desperate cry, she cracked it forward at her opponent, hoping to buy herself some time, if nothing else.

"Ha! What are you going to do with that?" Ashley began, surveying the damage she'd done to her opponent's clothing with some pride.  Her brow crinkled in concern when she saw the water wizard wind up the towel like a whip.

"Now wait just a min-" she started before the snapping sound of the improvised whip resounded through the arena.  The smith immediately let out a cry -- she wasn't expecting a damn towel to hit her with such force; it caught her right in the chest.  There was a second loud noise, a cracking one this time, as Ashley flew back.  Her breastplate was sundered right down the middle, she realized, as she landed on her butt in the sand.  She quickly picked herself up and re established her grip on her blade, shrugging the now useless piece of armor off.  Her damp, sleeveless tunic clung to her torso wonderfully.  Ashley's breasts were by no means large, if anything they were on the smaller, cuter side, however something about the way the fabric clung to her erect, pointy nipples made for quite a sight on the viewing sphere above.  Each of her butt cheeks were also wonderfully dusted with a little imprint of sand from where she'd fallen.

"What an attack!" Roared the announcer.  "We appreciate the new view, Shannon!  It looks like she's getting the hang of it!"

Ashley ignored the announcer and looked around, trying to consider her next attack.  Ice had worked well enough, but the water wizard might see it coming this time.

Instead of ice, Ashley raised her blade and watched it suddenly crackle with electricity. Little rivulets of bright blue lightning ran along the blade as the smith stepped forward, slowly at first, feinting at her foe.

"You could pick up a lot in this place, you know," Ashley said offhandedly, switching her broadsword between hands by tossing it back and forth.

When Shannon thought she might be about to slash at her or otherwise fling lightning, Ashley stuck the sword into the ground and closed her eyes briefly in concentration.

With any luck, all the moisture and pooled water would allow her to literally shock the pants off of Shannon, little tendrils of electricity shooting up from the ground beneath her to singe away her clothing and disorient her.

Shannon didn't bother to stay and let Ash get another free hit on her. Her opponent brought a new surprise to the table, switching out freezing ice for sparking electricity, miniature forks of lightning cascading as the woman waved her sword back and forth and taunted her. Shannon didn't want to get close to that thing again, so she did what she could without water. She ran.

Of course, as she ran, her ass shook and jiggled with each step, still dusted with sand, snow, and freckles, just like her shoulders and face. The viewing sphere seemed to capture every grain and spot in high definition, playing her lower half running from three different angles, a shot from behind in slow motion, and a shot of the front as her pillowy thighs rippled as she ran.

Her feet broke the surface of the pool, and in an instant, Shannon drew the water up in a spiral around her, like a massive dress around her legs and hips that held her up into the air. The water witch wheeled around, ready to bring it all crashing down on the opponent she was sure was still chasing her... just in time to see lightning streaking across the ground from Ash's sword, back where she had been knocked over.

The electricity surged through ground into the water, and in a bright flash, burst into the massive liquid tower. Shannon saw stars as lightning surged into her body from below, immobilizing her as the muscles in her body tensed up. Finally, as Ashley's spell ended, Shannon's spire of water burst apart, leaving Shannon to fall back to the damp ground, wet sand clinging to her back. It seemed that Ashley had succeeded in her plan- the shocking of the water had surged straight into the fabric inside of it, burning and tearing it to pieces along with the water Shannon had gathered around her. This had two main effects.

Firstly, on the target herself, Shannon was now lying dazed on the ground. Even with the nonlethal nature of the Arena, she had never been on the receiving end of an attack like that. Combined with her fall back to the earth, she was struggling to just remember where she was. This explained why, with her arms out at either side, and her legs splayed, Shannon did nothing to cover her now bare bottom half. As she was falling, the viewing sphere had caught footage from below of Shannon's round rear making it's meteoric landing, and was playing that footage right alongside what it was currently focused on- Shannon's front half. Ashley was the only one close enough to get a whiff of burnt hair, but if any of the audience had thought they saw pubic hair on the girl, there certainly wasn't any there now. Indeed, her pussy was bare to the audience in every sense of the word, and she was so busy recovering that she couldn't do anything but endure the cheers and jeers from the audience.

Because of this display, the audience didn't immediately notice what was happening to the other combatant a bit of a way away. The tower of water that had burst into a brief, hard rain in every direction, including back at Ashley. It wasn't enough to disrobe her- but it certainly had an effect, as the surprise enchantment on her undergarments were activated. Her top, on the more mundane side, was now clinging tightly to her, completely soaked, and was revealing everything underneath as it turned translucent. Down below, there was a more pronounced effect; the already skimpy thong suddenly shrank as it was soaked, growing smaller and smaller and tighter and tighter. Though never snapped, it dug into Ashley's flesh, squeezing around her cheeks and almost disappearing between her lips as unbearable sensations shot up her body, causing her to slam her wobbly knees together as hands scratched at the fabric to no avail.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, between Shannon's shocking display and Ashley's... predicament, we seem to have come to a standstill here. But, considering the nature of the delay, I'm sure we can let them carry on a little while!" The crowd roared as Aloysius waved his arm, and the viewing sphere brought up as many angles as it could of each woman, letting the crowd get their fill of close ups while the combatants sorted themselves out.

If Shannon needed some time and was taking it to recover, that was good for Ashley. She watched her lightning attack connect and cheered at her success, but her eyes widened a bit in shock at just how successful it was. The tower of water that had been building around Shannon exploded gloriously, showering Ashley with the remnants of the pool as her magic coursed through the ground. She held onto her sword and barely managed to stay on her feet.

"Wh-what the hell!?" she muttered, as if finally understanding what the arena managers had done when they'd given her this sheer thong. Aloysius chuckled and gestured to the director. At the moment the sphere had been showing glimpses of Shannon's freshly singed and bare, splayed pussy. The audience was going wild, hell, even Ashley had her eyes locked on it for a moment in appreciation. When she saw her own undergarments appear on screen as they began to feel... strange... she felt panic well up inside of her.

"Shit, it's... too... tight..." she grunted, pulling at the string that bit deeply between her toned ass cheeks only to have it slide back in, seemingly deeper. Her butt cheeks clenched around the string reflexively. "Ahh," she whimpered, uncomfortably, as the viewing sphere showed her crotch; it was clear that she'd been made to shave before the fight -- the sheer, silky material of her thong clung too smoothly and revealed almost completely her clean little mound. Visibly, though, to the audience's amazement, the garment was shrinking by degrees. The dawning horror on Ashley's faced matched the slow pace with which the sides of the crotch on the thong made the already scandalous triangle of fabric seem to reduce into a little strip. It bit in, deeper, and Ashley's pink,wet pussy lips slipped out on either side of the thong! The crotch of it was pulled tight against her clit, drawing groans from her as she struggled with one hand, sliding a finger beneath the crotch of the undergarment to try and smooth it out. Her now slick digits struggled with her unmentionables; every time she pulled it free, it only seemed to slide back between her lips and grow a bit tighter, without breaking! Her slick little cunny seemed tender, puffy, and somehow teased on the viewing sphere as it showcased Ashley's struggle. "Fuh-fuck," she stammered, blinking, as she was incidentally forced to play with herself in trying to relieve the pressure.

Anger and frustration bubbling inside of her, mixing with discomfort and outright embarrassment, Ashley dropped her blade into the wet sand to try and extricate the infernal thong. It was disappearing into what little soft flesh she had on her hips. She finally managed to smooth it out over her labia without it slipping inside of her, for now; she didn't know the limits to how far the thong would shrink before breaking. However, she did just drop her sword, still charged with electricity, into the sand near both her and her opponent.

The water would pool gradually until it came in contact with the still quite-electrically-charged sword, possibly punishing the both of them this time as they gradually collected themselves and recovered.

As the ringing faded from Shannon's ears, it was replaced with the jeers and whistling from the eager crowd, and as she looked up, she understood with dawning horror. High abover her, framed perfectly between her knees as she craned her neck, was the viewing sphere's display of her privates, burned bare and spread open for the eager crowd. Almost disbelieving, she slowly looked down from the screen to the subject itself- and wailed as she scrambled to finally cover herself. Embarrassment burned at her cheeks, mixing with anger as she focused on her opponent, and then confusion as she saw Ashley struggling with a situation between her own legs. Finally, with adrenaline coursing through her veins, she was able to notice the water pooling back around the two of them, and the electrically charged sword sticking up out of the ground between them.

Shannon quickly slid back in the sand, not willing to get back up just yet with her bare ass on display, and as the water pooled around her, she drew some up to her waist while pushing the rest of the water away, cutting her off from the rest of the liquid. Shannon pulled out a vial- the last of the many bottles she had brought with her into the arena- and slowly rose to her feet as she poured it into the water in her hand. Magically churning the water, the soap she had just poured into it became a bubbly foam that she wound around her lower half, creating a soapy skirt that gave her at least a little bit of modesty back aside from her top.

Looking up, Shannon saw the lightning sparking across the water's surface as it touched the sword, but if the spellsword noticed the tingling feeling through her boots, the feeling between her legs was winning out. With a glint in her eye, Shannon took a deep breath- it was harder to manipulate water she wasn't in physical contact with, but having touched it before gave her a bit of a connection to work with- and she slowly pushed the water forward to rise up at the woman and splash her as the sparks were conducted off of the sword.

"Aww, the little water mage is trying to cover up!" Aloysius chuckled in response to the audience's jeers.  "We'll give her a pass, she's new to the are-" he began, before he was cut off.

"Don or create anything resembling clothing in my arena again, and you'll regret it...

The entire arena went quiet as Syndra's cold voice echoed throughout the stands.  The queen herself seemed to remain seated and motionless, even her lips staying shut.

Ashley let out a cry as the jolts of electricity shot up into her, breaking the silence.  It was a cry of alarm and irritation, as opposed to one of pain, as the stinging shocks prompted her to hop about until she was out of the charged water.  She had to leave the thong where it was -- biting deep between her nether lips -- as she hopped out of her singed, soleless boots and cursed.  Her sword was still dangerously crackling with lightning and sticking out of the puddle before her.  She'd have to leave it.

That was alright with her -- she didn't need a sword to finish her opponent.  Before she could act though, Ash looked up to see the wave of water rushing at her and over the sword.

"Crap!" she yelled, dashing aside but getting clipped by the magically charged water.  Another yelp came out of her, this time as her thin little top was washed right off of her.  Her top half soaked, her hair matted to her head, the smith lay in the sand with her now burnt top hanging from her torso in tatters.  When she got up, her pert little breasts were caked with sand, glimpses of her hard nipples poking through.  Her ragged tank top fell away uselessly, ripped with burns.

"Now you've done it," she murmured, a smoldering little threat.  Deciding to stick with the elemental theme, Ashley cupped a large handful of moist sand in the hand behind her back.  The sword she'd crafted for herself acted as a channeling agent for her magic, so it took her some time to mutter the words as she paced in front of her foe.

Suddenly, she flung her wrist outward, and instead of a handful of mud, she seemed to drag up a blanket of silt from the floor of the arena.  The small wave of sodden sand quaked and rippled as it rolled towards Shannon slowly at first, picking up speed.  Ashley was panting; if this didn't at least knock her opponent off her feet, she might be too exhausted to continue at this rate.  The attack left her feeling immediately fatigued...

Shannon froze where she was at the Queen's proclamation. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, "I didn't know, I--!"

In the midst of her fear, she didn't even notice the extent of the damage she had done to Ash's outfit, nor did she notice the woman climbing back to her feet. She did notice, however, the sand shifting beneath her feet as a massive length of it was pulled out of place. She noticed even more when Ash returned a wave of her own, a wave of dirt and ground pushing its way back from her wave of water. She noticed it picking up speed as it hurtled towards her. The problem wasn't that she didn't notice. The problem was that, with the Queen's warning, the crowd of people around her, and the stark reality of what she had gotten herself into, her brain was too overwhelmed to move her body. As such, when the wave of earth hit her, it hit her hard.

Shannon went hurtling head over heels, and at the end of it, her top had torn right off as she rolled along with the horizontal avalanche. The audience was denied a direct view of her chest (though the viewing sphere caught everything and played it back in slow motion) as she landed with her face pressed into the sand and her knees propping up her lower half. Her now bare tits ground into the coarse, wet sand and her sudsy skirt barely did her any good; her ass pointed up into the air, with the remaining bubbles hanging between her legs to at least preserve that bit of modesty... for a few more moments, at least.

"Well folks, the newcomer managed to make a few waves, but it looks like in the end she was in over her head." Aloysius's eyes darted over to the Queen, though the smile never left his face. "Our Queen was gracious enough to let her off with a warning for her bit of innocent rule-breaking, but what does Ol' Ashley have in mind for her? I have a feeling she won't be as forgiving..."

Meanwhile, Ashley could feel her thong stop shrinking, though it barely loosened. It was still a pain in her ass, in more ways than one, and there was only one target for her to take that frustration out on...

Ash blinked and looked around, still fidgeting with the thong biting into her pussy lips. Cursing silently to herself, she looked up, blushing, and forced to deal with her horrible frontal wedgie, addressed the crowd with a little wave and a sheepish cheer.

"So, I did it? I'm the winner?" she said, barely believing it herself. Excitedly, she trotted over to the announcer's booth, climbing the wall with a surprising alacrity that had the nearby guards raising their weapons and clamoring to stop her from getting too close. Ashley was definitely reinvigorated by the thrill of victory.

Aloysius seemed irritated by their defensiveness and he swatted the guards aside as if eager to get closer and, well, maybe hear what Ash had to say. He nodded, grinning, as Ashley whispered something to him conspiratorially.

"Mhmm, yes, I like that," Aloysius said with several nods. "We can arrange that, I think. Director..?"


Suddenly, Shannon woke up.

What a horrid dream that had been! She was already starting to forget; something about an arena, a tyrant pervert queen, and a charming but common girl who'd taken up the ways of a spellsword.

Strange. How'd she get here? It looked like home, except she seemed to have, rather uncharacteristically, passed out exhausted on the muddy forest floor. She didn't mind that she was naked -- she was back home, after all! But she did have to get this horrible muck off of her.

It was a fine excuse to take a long, luxurious bath. She'd arrived at one of the local hot springs, secluded, with a collection of body oils and soaps and anything else she might need to wash away the bad dreams, One foot first, she stepped into the warm waters and instantly felt some of the stress and dirt melt away...


Meanwhile, in the arena, everyone was watching an enchanted Shannon step, blithely, into a little pool in the middle of the arena. The viewing sphere above showed the scene where she thought she was -- lush, fantastical-looking landscapes of her homeland. Idly, the water wizard giggled and began to splash water onto her little pear-shaped body, rubbing the muddy silt off of her breasts and playfully giggling in the water.

Ashley had to chuckle, even as she tugged the string out from between her ass cheeks. In about a few minutes... right when Shannon was going to feel like getting... frisky with herself, that's when the illusion would drop, and Shannon would realize that the nightmare was quite real. Ashely only hoped she'd be putting on a good show for the crowd, at last, when the illusion finally gave away. Ash gave a thumbs up and an appreciative nod to the announcer, who returned the thumbs up and eagerly returned to showcasing Shannon bathing herself obliviously.

((decided to go a little differently with this one, as you see. I hope you like. In theory Shannon feels compelled by the magic to bathe gratuitously and maybe start playing with herself some. At the worst possible moment, of course, is when the director chooses to drop the illusion Shannon is seeing...))

Shannon let the warm water wash over her, scouring away dirt, mud, and sweat, the remnants of her impromptu nap on the forest floor. Rather, she didn't just let it- she compelled it to, urged it to cling to her body and travel upwards in her crouching position. She'd bathed like this countless times before but something about it just felt so... sensational, all of it a sudden. Grinning to herself, to held a hand in front of each of her breasts, and the water traveled up her sides, to her chest, and traveled in a circle around each globe, spiralling towards the center until it spun like a whirlpool around each swiftly stiffening nipple, and ended when Shannon took hold of each breast herself. Slowly, she drew her hands down her body, passing between her breasts, down the small pudge of her stomach, where she let it slowly trickle back into the water as it passed between her legs.

Grinning, she bounced slightly on her knees, letting out a soft "oh!" as she brought the water back up her body from behind. It snaked between each bouncy, freckled cheek, before scouring further up her back, letting more water follow as the liquid covered the entirety of her backside. Shannon caught herself breathing deeply, lungfuls of steam entering and exiting her body, and let the water fall as a blush rose to her cheeks. She paused a moment, and though the blush did not leave her cheeks, she smiled, and reached for one of the vials of soap. Pouring a small drought of it into her hand, and the rest into the water around her, she decided to make this next part more hands on...

Back in the Coliseum, those watching the girl herself and not on the screen were treated to a sight minus the bubbles Shannon saw frothing up around her as she churned the water. They saw her drip a few last drops from a bottle that wasn't there onto her chest, before one hand got to work smearing it across her body... before it got preoccupied at one nipple, slowly tweaking it and tracing circles around it. Her other hand called the water and imagined suds to rinse over her body, and as she drew it over herself, people could see it reacting to her pleasure; it rippled across her body with every soft moan she let out, and those looking close enough might have even thought they saw steam rising as Shannon's magic slightly heated the water outside of the illusion.

She could have stayed like that forever, but eventually the crowd saw her free hand travel down her body, slowly dipping in between her legs, as a stream of water pooled up from below to meet it, drawing a long groan from the water witch as it frothed like a jetstream under her fingers...

((heya! This fight was/is awesome, I neglected to mention. Last post in particular is quite hot, Teraton. I've been meaning to add a conclusion to this -- tbh I totally forgot what I was going to add. I'll cook up something interesting, though, to give this duel the ending it deserves. Let it get away from me in the bunches of posts this week, it seems!))