MANILA VS. ???

Want to keep momentum going here, so let's start a new match. I want to include Manila,beyond that I'm open to anything. It can by a 2 on 2 match, we can use arena sponsors, whatever works!

Anyone interested, let me know

The bell rang.  Niniane, heeding it, went back behind the bar into the "management" area, where a turn of a sconce opened a secret passageway into a lavishly decorated meeting room.  From the end of the table, a well-dressed halfling spoke up.  "Get Belle, this is for her ears, too."  Niniane nodded and hurried out to fetch her coworker.  It was unusual that Brandy wanted to talk to both of them.

The two servers entered, and sat down when their boss gestured.  "A little problem has come to my attention.  Are you familiar with the singer, Manila?"  "Manila, the flat?" Belle offered.  The halfling nodded, "the same.  You might remember that she sang here for a few weeks."  Belle nodded, "I was your messenger in the negotiations."  "Well, she left a note that the place down the street is paying her better.  And I've heard she's written a song about our lovely little establishment.  I wouldn't want it to dis-tract from our business.  The worst thing?  She plans on singing it at her next arena bout.  We can't have the whole city see that, it's bad for business.  So you two...are going to be her opponents, and make sure she doesn't utter a word of it.  If she does, make her pay."

Niniane nodded, but Belle's eyes widened.  "You want me in the arena?  But--"  "Hush, now, I'm sure you'll be very popular." Brandy offered, adding "You've got all the right assets...and a perfect personality."  "But what will I fight with?"  "You're right...looks alone aren't enough.  You're pretty handy with that serving tray, so that's a start.  What other skills do you have?"

"I'm pretty good at math..."  Brandy shook her head.  "Cards?"  No.  "Dancing?" Maybe.  Niniane, unable to bear anymore, interrupted their game, "Look, bring your tray as a shield and a weapon.  Kick and punch with the other arm.  Grapple if you need to.  Do you know how to grapple?"  "I used to beat all my brother's friends at it when I was a teenager.  You'd think boys would be embarrassed losing to a girl, but they still wanted to wrestle me it all the time."
Niniane's eyes dropped to Buxom Belles eponymous cleavage.  "Yeah, go figure," she said ironically.

Brandy said, "So, now that we're all on the same page, get a good night's sleep.  The match is tomorrow.  Make that singer pray she'd never crossed me.  Oh yeah, and wear these--with your work uniforms, of course.  I'll be in attendance personally.  Make me proud."  With that, she handed each of them a small bag of clothes, and waited for them to vacate the room before activating the next secret door, to retire back to her quarters until tomorrow.

Lillith found an open seat. Many stared blatantly at this Gothic, dark beauty. Little did they know, this was not Lillith's true form. Her actual scaled skin, leathery wings and hunched feet would terrify them all! Such an illusion was small work for her.

"Master, are you sure this is wise?" Ploog asked, plodding after her. "After all, there's too many stinky humans here! YUCK!"

Lillith rolled her eyes at her little henchmen. Ploog was an imp she'd brought from her underground kingdom to watch the matches with her. To cover his rather monstrous appearance Ploog wore a disguise. He had a blonde curly wig, a childish jumper on and carried a lollypop. Since Ploog was only three feet tall this would fool most people, though if you got a closer look you were bound to notice his razor sharp teeth and giant, evil eyes.

Of course Ploog had chosen this silly disguise. He was an imp, prone by nature to be silly, mischievous and loud. Lillith had a bit of a soft spot for him though. Plus, he shared two interests with her: the love of gambling and an appreciation for the humiliations of others, most especially women!

Lillith sat, crossing her legs. This allowed one pale thigh to pop out the slit in her skirt. Ploog had to drag himself to his seat. He licked his lollypop with his forked tongue.

"There is nothing to fear Ploog." Lillith said. "These little humans are no threat to us. The only among them with more power then I is that cursed Queen Syndra. All the rest are easily controlled, bedazzled or frightened."

"True, True." The imp laughed. "I for one just can't wait to see the ladies!"


"Ladies and Gentlemen, for your viewing pleasure we have another two on two arena match!" The crowd went wild. The last four girl match had been the talk of the kingdom for weeks.

"From the Eastern gate we have two returning champions. Jallan, the mysterious swordmaster and Manila the flat!"

the audience roared as the gate rose. Slowly, rather reluctantly Manila and Jallan walked out. Jallan was in her normal britches, boots, blouse and chest-plate. Manila was in her normal green embroidered dress, though many in the audience quickly noticed a change in her outfit.

It turned out Manila had still been forced to wear her padded bra, despite the fact that everyone knew she was faking her size. Not only that, but, against Manila's wishes, more padding had been added! She now appeared to have a giant, inpoprtionatly large bust, each breast appearing to be nearly the size of her head!

Manila hated this, for she knew it just made her appear to be an insecure, foolish girl, trying to fool everyone despite the fact that everyone knew she was a liar. She hadn't been given a chance to remove the extra padding. Even worse, her panties had been switched too... god, they were so embarrassing she couldn't even think about them! She simply had to win before getting exposed!

Jallan raised an eyebrow at Manila as they walked out together. She'd heard about Manila the flat, and knew these large breasts were fake. She rolled her eyes, once again thinking how crazy the people of this kingdom were! She had to win this fight, not only to keep her dignity, but to keep her pride as a champion swordfighter!!


Lillith stared at Manila, jaw literally hanging.

"She... she's perfect!" She gasped. She'd never seen a beauty equal to Manila. This was Lillith's first visit to the arena, so she didn't realize that her breasts were merely a joke. Instead she thought Manila was the thin, muscular, tan woman with an amazing rack she appeared to be.

"Why do they call her Manila the flat?" Ploog asked.

"Obviously it's a joke on her massive bust." Lillith said, rolling her eyes. "I believe I may choose this team to bet on for this match."

"Eh, fine by me." Ploog shrugged. "They are both a bit on the bony side for me. I just want to see what's coming through that other gate!

Aloysius' voice boomed through the arena again.

"And who will be facing this champion duo? We have one face that isn't new to the Arena, the ever-surprising Niniane. And for the first time, everybody's favorite barmaid, Buxom Belle! Brought to you of course by the Ripped Bodice Tavern, a drink and a song for all occasions. (I'm contractually obligated to read that part.)" The cheers cascaded over the arena as the two entered. Niniane, walking ahead of Belle, wore a calm expression. This wasn't her first dance. But Belle seemed nervous, carrying her serving in front of her as if it would shield her from the crowd's gaze.

Both were dressed in the outfit of a barmaid at the ripped bodice: an olive green skirt and apron, and a low-cut white blouse, tied at the center, with a corset that seemed well suited to make a midsection like Niniane's seem only slightly larger than average, and show off the well-endowed breasts and hips both women had. The similarity didn't end there; both Niniane and Belle had flowing brown hair framing their face and brown eyes, although Belle might have been more mathematically beautiful than Niniane.

"Well," said Aloysius. "Those are some BIG girls. I can't wait to see what they're going to serve up for us today. I think melons might be on the menu!"

Sitting in her box seat, Brandywine took another gulp of ale, and yelled at the announcer, although he was too far away to hear her, "We don't serve melon. Why are you messing up my commercial?!"

The two struck a defensive stance, with Niniane in the front and Belle behind, trying to wave her serving tray as menacingly as possible. "The first thing we have to do is stun that singer...then, take care of the fencer, then finish off the singer," Niniane had whispered to Belle. "You block the fencer's attack with your tray as best you can. I'll take care of the singer." She tapped the trusty bag at her side, and pulled out a small kitchen knife. Belle nodded, held up her tray, and gave Niniane one last glance for approval. "She should have sent Kalka with you." "You'll be fine," Niniane said, sensing her nervousness, "What could possibly go wrong?"

"You have the only ranged ability." Jallan spoke to Manila for the first time, seeing their enemies take defensive stances. "They will go after you first."

Manila nodded, moving a step back to avoid whatever attack was coming. Jallan drew her sword and moved forward calmly. Jallan felt a strange excitement. Not just the thrill of the fight. Ever since she'd defeated Iron Ashley Jallan had felt a strange thrill at the humiliation the ring presented. She was eager to get these women nude! She wanted to win again and humiliate them! These were new feelings to the stern swordmaster, and she tried to quell them. Still she felt a tingle as she stepped forward.

Jallan thrust at Belle. Behind her Manila prepared her sonic scream to hit Niniane....


From the stands, Lillith and Poog watched the match start excitedly.

"So we picked our sides." Poog said. "Big girls for me, skin and bones for you. But what's the bet?"

"How about if I win you'll be my slave forever?" Lillith suggested.

"I ALREADY am your slave forever!" Poog said.

"Hmm, good point." Lillith said. "How about if I win you must bring me your sides panties? Both pairs."

"Fine." Poog said. After all, he was a sneaky creature with some magical abilities. He also figured those skinny broads had nothing on his two well built fighters. "But if I win, I want your panties!"

Lillith rolled her eyes. "Is that all?"

Seeing he could push it farther poog went on.

"Then if I win you have to give up your panties... and your dress!" Poog said.

"Fine." Lillith shrugged. She doubted she would loose. She could use her magic to influence the match if it became necessary.

Brandywine took another big gulp from her full-sized tankard as she watched events unfold.  She waved to one of her serving girls that waited on her in her private booth to refill her drink.  "Come on girls, get on with it...or I may have to offer you a little more incentive." she muttered to no one within earshot, annoyed at her team's cautious approach.

Belle nervously held up her tray the way a warrior would hold a shield against the advancing Jallan.  She didn't really know what to do enough to strike first.  

Niniane knew she was carrying a weaker partner, so she decided to go for her special attack right off the bat.  Reaching into her satchel, she pulled out a hefty cream pie, and held it out toward Manila as if to aim.  She had seen her fight Jessica, and knew the dangers of her singing.  If that singer looked like she was going to open her mouth, Niniane would try to muffle her with a  face full of pie.  She tried to close the distance carefully while watching for a sign she should throw it.

((Ploog is the first male character I've spent any time on for this. I made a bunch for the crowd scenes, but most of their attributes were pretty close to default. I decided to give him pointed ears so no one really believes he's a child when looking through my album. I keep my stuff all adults.))

(looks great! Good call with Ploog, he definetly looks more like evil little person then child.)

Jallan thrust her rapier, feigning a high blow then slashing low. Belle moved her shield to block the high strike, but didn't catch the actual low blow. Jallan whipped her sword over Belle's thighs.

Belle stumbled back, reaching downwards. The lower half of her skirt fell to the ground, leaving her now in a dangerously high miniskirt. Belle's rounded calves and thighs were visible. Not that much exposure, but Belle knew she wasn't off to a great start. She raised her improvised shield as Jallan came at her again...

Manila, just as eager as Jallan to win, readied her sonic voice. Niniane saw what she'd been waiting for. As soon as Manila's mouth opened, Niniane hurled the pie. Manila, attempting to sing, was unable to move away in time. She was creamed right in the face, the pie hitting her, filling her open mouth, blinding her. The crowd burst out laughing as the singer was struck.

"Yes!  Score one for me!" Brandy cheered when the pie hit, choosing not to acknowledge Belle's less than stellar start.  Then, out loud, she mused, "What to do about that fencer?  What to do.... Girls, bring me that device we brought...the long, thin one."  One of her tavern maids disappeared to the back of the arena box and started fumbling through some baggage.

Belle, for her part, decided that the fencer aimed to close with her, but her weapon would be of little use close up.  She'd do her best to cover herself with the tray, but at the same time, she'd throw her weight against Jallan, try to get her on the ground.  When Jallan shot toward her, like an arrow, she deflected with the tray, catching the tip of the rapier on the ground and threw her hip into Jallan, knocking her on the ground.  She tugged at Jallan's trousers, and got them down to mid-thigh before they were slowed by the bunched-up fabric catching on her boots.

Niniane laughed at the success of her attack and charged at Jallan, ready to grab at the top of her dress and tackle her.

Jallan fell, shocked her less experienced opponent had gotten the better of her. Belle managed to yank her pants to her knees before her boots stopped them.

"Oooh and there it is!" The announcer roared. "Jallan's flat butt, a great companion to her teammate Manila the flat!"

And, as he said, her smooth, small and muscular backside was exposed, clad only in a thong. Jallan felt her face flush, though as much in anger as in embarrassment. She had to win! The only way to keep her pride (as well as humiliate her foes) was to win! Unfortunately, that mean she couldn't stay on the ground, pants around her knees.

So, using a move she'd done in the arena before, Jallan pushed up on her hands, doing a improvised handstand. While elevated, thong clad lower half revealed to all, she spun, kicking off her boots and pants ot have greater maneuverability. She sprung up onto her feet, now bottomless except her thong, sword drawn.

Belle was totally shocked by this act. After all, who shrugged off clothes causally? Acting on her enemies shock, Jallan thrust her sword, easily slashing Belle's corset off her torso before she coulrd react.

"OOh, your girl's are floundering!" Ploog laughed when Jallan got pantsed and Manila got creamed by a pie. "Looks like you'll be naked soon!" He cackled.

"Oh really?" Lillith smirked from the stands. Her eyes flared red. Using her magic she caused the pie on Manila's face to rot at a super fast rate. It instantly melted away, leaving a dark streak of decayed food. Not the tastiest solution, but efficient.

"NO FAIR!" Ploog said, seeing his master use magic.

"So?" Lillith shrugged. "Who will know?" In truth, she was worried. Every act of magic brought her closer to Syndra's notice. That was a confrontation she hoped to avoid. Still, it was worth it to give her team an edge.


Manila was blinded by the silliest of things: a pie in the face. For a moment she wondered what her sometimes ally the Jester would think. That thought dissapperde as sshe realized that she was now blinded and unable to speak! She was totally vulnerable! She scrapped at the crust on her face, trying to clear her vision.

Then, suddenly and strangely, the pie, fell away. In an awful stench, Manila watched in amazement as the obstruction was cleared. She could see! True, her perfect face was now streaked with decayed pie, but at least she could act!

Sight regained, she saw Niniane heading toward the distracted Jallan. Manila needed her teammate, so she defended her. Finishing her scream Manila blasted in Niniane's direction, hoping to catch her from behind...

Belle shrieked as she felt the corset come loose.  She always had it cinched extra-tight to pull in her pudgy stomach, which was now out in the open, as her blouse was only long enough to tuck into the corset.  Her face reddened, and she turned to run from Jallan.

Meanwhile, Niniane was approaching Jallan from behind, confident it would be a few minutes before Manila could see or sing again.  But before she reached Jallan, she heard--or rather felt, the force of Manila's voice.  It caused her big backside to tremble and the threads of her corset to loosen.  But even more so, it tore her skirt down the back and threw the shredded garment in the sand in front of her.

"Well that's some product placement!" Aloysius chuckled, "You really can't miss a sign that big!" as the viewing sphere zoomed in on Niniane's hefty backside.  She was wearing a pair of panties embroidered with a large R on one cheek, and a B on the other.  Below, it explained is smaller, less ornate type:
"The Ripped Bodice: Enferia's Favorite Watering Hole"
The last part was kind of hard to read, given its small size and the fact that the panties were wedged a bit into the barmaid's crack.  But the crowd laughed along.  Niniane turned her back on Jallan to charge as quickly as she could manage at Manila.  She'd knock her to the ground, then use her small kitchen knife to cut her the top of her dress top from her.

Belle, meanwhile was trying to get as far away as Jallan as she could.  What she intended was unclear since she couldn't leave the arena, but she appeared to be in a panic.  As she ran, her plush stomach wobbled up and down and side to side.  Knowing everyone was seeing this just made her more embarrassed, and she ran away faster.

Up in her box, Brandywine was frowning.  
"Well, that was a bad turn.  At least everyone saw my advertising.  DON'T RUN AWAY STUPID!" then, turning to the waitresses around her she said, "it's time."

She took a deep drink of her full-sized tankard before taking the long device presented to her.  For all intents and purposes, it looked like a telescope, but oddly, there was no glass on the ends.  She pointed it at Jallan, and rubbed the shiny metal.  It glowed for a second.    Before Jallan knew what was happening, the rapier had flown out of her hand and attached itself to the end of Brandywine's device, hundreds of feet away.  Her circlet on her forehead soon followed.  Simultaneously, it also deprived Niniane of her knife.

((It's a magically focused electromagnet...any metal tools in the ring should be flying up to it.  I'll leave it to your discretion if Jallan's metal breastplate goes, too.  Brandy might just be too drunk to aim it well enough to get something, or Jallan might be quick to secure it.))

Jallan ceased chasing Belle when her sword flew from her hand. Amazed, she looked after it. Next her chest plate started to pull in the same direction. Jallan put a hand to it, but the pull kept increasing. Then it flew off, straps ripping away as it flung towards the crowd.

"What was that?!" The announcer called out. "Jallan's weapon literally flew out of her hands along with her armor! If there's any funny bussiness with the crowd, Queen Syndra may get involved!"

Hearing this Brandywine lowered the magnet, not wanting to attract attention to her maneuver. Her goal had succeeded anyways. She'd stripped all metal off Jallan. True, Niniane had lost her knife as well, but her fighters were better off then previously.

Jallan, now unarmed, looked to Belle. She may be unarmed, but Jallan was a skilled fighter. She could still best a tavern wench with a serving tray! So she skillfully darted in at Belle, hands extended. She intended to grapple Belle, use her martial prowess then strip her!

Seeing that Niniane was now distracted, Manila now decided her most powerful but risky maneuver. She could possess Niniane with the sound of her voice! She began singing in a alluring and beautiful voice that affected everyone. The arena actually went quiet to listen to her melody. If it worked, Ninane would feel uncontrollably compelled to strip herself.


"What was that!?" Lillith exclaimed. "Where did her sword go?"

"Who cares!" Ploog laughed. "All I care about is my girl's whooping yours! Soon we'll see those two skinny ladies naked, along with you my Queen!"

Ploog leered at her. Lillith raised her lip in a snarl of anger and disgust. Her eyes glowed for a moment as her demonic energies reared.

I may have to act soon or end up practically naked! She thoughtI can't strip in arena full of humans at the behest of my own minion! What kind of Demon Queen debases herself like that!?

Still, she feared Sandra. So she decided to use her magics if necessary, but hold for the moment.

Even tipsy as she was, Brandy realized her maneuver had been risky, so, switching off her device, she watched the metal pieces fall back tot eh arena floor, still very far from their wielders, as she had her servers re-pack the device out of the way.  It had been an invaluable tool in her days as a travelling rogue, allowing her to infiltrate places she never could have gotten in otherwise.  It had, in its time, proved worth its price: A new outfit and being somewhat singed by the wizard whose tower she had stolen it from.  She smiled to herself.

Belle became aware that Jallan was after her.  It they exchanged blows from a distance, she'd be too slow to take on such a lithe opponent.  On the other hand, if she could grapple her, her weight might be an asset, provided she could stay on top.  She decided on a strategy: she'd stop and jump aside, and let Jallan pass her, then tackle her from behind before she could turn around.

Niniane, on the other hand, was disappointed.  She'd used her surprise attack (although longtime arena fans could have seen it coming a mile away), and Manila seemed to recover much faster than expected.  That's when she heard the first notes of the siren song.  Uncontrollably, she reached for her corset and started unlacing it.  IT was if her hands were moving against her will.  She glared at Manila angrily, "What kind of witchery is this?"

At the same time, for reasons no one could ascertain, the back of Manila's dress caught fire.  It was growing, but she didn't notice it yet.  

((A couple quick notes: as an  author, I didn't want Jallan's sword out of the arena too much in case my team loses, lol...just a bit out of reach.  Also, the serendipitous fire isn't the sponsor at all, Niniane has some rare and uncontrolled magic associated with her strong emotions.  It's just as likely to backfire on her.))

Manila sang on for a few moments, bewitching Niniane into ditching her corest. Then she smelled smoke. She kept singing until she realized that her legs were growing quite warm.

"AHH!" Manila screamed, looking down to see her skirt was on fire! The light dress material went up quickly, already the fire spreading up to her butt and around the front. Frightened she hunched down, trying to bat out the fire with her hands. It had spread too quickly though. Mind overwhelmed with fear she proceeded to rip off her burning skirts, tossing them away.

The crowd roared. Manila realized what she'd done. She looked down. There was her bare legs,tone and well muscled, leading up to her panties. The horrible panties she'd been forced to wear. Pink, ruffled panties with white bows. The panties of an infant on her, a famous singer! The crowd roared with laughter as Manila eyes and mouth widened in a surprised and shocked expression.

"Ooh, what's this!" The announcer chuckled. "Manila has decided to dress to her looks it seems!" Manila's face flushed at his reference to her underdeveloped body. Throwing a hand over her pantie clad crotch Manila looked up and Niniane. She was too rattled to control her. Instead Manila readied another sonic scream, to strip her enemy before this got any worse!

Jallan dove at Belle at the same moment her enemy jumped aside. Jallan skid in the dust,, surprised by the move. Belle took the moment to jump on Jallan's back just as she was rolling over. Jallan made a 'Ooof!' as the air was knocked out of her by the larger woman. Belle didn't hesitate, going straight for Jallan's blouse. Jallan tried to grap her enemy's hands. While at the same time trying to raise her legs up and entangle the barmaid with her powerful lower limbs!

"There's some great girl on girl action for your entertainment!" The announcer said as the viewfinder switched from Manila's legs and panties to the wrestling match.


"Ooh, my girl is on yours!" Poog snickered. "Soon she'll have her clothes off, and yours will follow shortly after!"

"Don't count on it." Lillith murmured. "Her eyes flashed. She used her magic, searching out the fabric's of Belle's top. Using her decaying dark energies she set them to wither and snap. It was time to act!

Niniane had finished stripping of her own corset, throwing it behind her, when Manila started shouting.  She had noticed the fire.  Niniane wasn't quite certain how her skirts had caught fire, but she had a hunch.  Things like that had followed her her whole life.  She'd never been able to pinpoint its cause, let alone harness or control it.  But it had bought her time.

Reaching into her satchel, she pulled out another creamy pie...she had to stop this singer from uttering another note before it was too late!  She ran toward her.

Belle caught hold of Jallan's blouse, and tore it from the shoulder to the chest, but Jallan was putting up a fight.  One of Jallan's boots dug into her side, catching the tiny remnant of her skirt.  With a kick intended to push the woman off her, she instead managed to loose the rest of the skirt.  The viewing sphere zoomed in on Belle's panties, embroidered like Niniane's with a huge R and a B across each cheek.  Beneath there was some writing that was hard to see in the positions she was in.

Belle's face turned red, and she fought all the harder, but Jallan managed to grab one of her hands.  The grappling attempt hadn't been the unmitigated success she had expected.  She tried to disengage by rolling to the side.

Nearly halfway across the arena, Niniane was charging toward Manila with a fresh cream pie in her hand.  She was confident she'd get to her in time.  But then her hopes were dashed.  Manila let out a sonic scream, with a force that pushed her backward, causing her to land in the sand on her well-padded backside.  The soundwave tore her blouse off and left her just in her ignominious advertisement panties, a white bra, and shoes.  Sadly, shoes didn't count in the score tally.  Unfortunately for her, the blast also had the effect of knocking the pie from her hand back into her own face, coating her with cream and blinding her for a moment.  She was left, sitting in the sand, in her bra and panties, face covered in pie.

"This is going badly....Girls!" Brandywine called.  Her waitresses, clad similarly to Niniane and Belle before they were stripped, came to her side.  "Enact plan Z!"  The girls nodded and disappeared into the serving hallways of the arena.

Belle rolled off Jallan, trying to break away from the smaller but stronger woman. She managed to get off Jallan, rising up. Jallan was not done though. She leaped up, lunging at Belle. She reached for the remainder of Belle's dressing, snagging it and yanking hard.

Lillith's earlier spell had already weakened the torn dress. Jallan grabbed it and it ripped away. Belle was now in her underwear!

A few paces away Manila was forced to cease her scream. The scream was a powerful weapon but it took it's toll. Her throat was raw and worn out. She saw that her enemy was prone and partially blinded and ran at her. Niniane was down to her underwear. Well, Manila would rip that off her and win!

Jallan pulled at Belle's blouse, removing it and leaving her in her bra and panties.  Her large bra would be an easy target--it held back a pair of enormous breasts.  Jallan grabbed this too, and pulling on it, dragged belle across the sand.  But it hadn't broken yet.  Jallan still had her shirt on, although it was ripped.  Trying to protect herself, Belle grabbed Jallan's panties and pulled.

Manila ran over to the sitting Niniane, and going around her, unhooked her bra in the back.  With a dancer's flip, she landed in front of her, and peeled the bra, freeing the massive breasts inside, which promptly jiggled into view.  Manila threw the bra aside, and reached down for the panties.  Niniane had cleared her eyes enough to see her assailant before her, and grabbed her ruffled panties at the same time.  Yanking them to Manila's knees, she thought she might get control of the situation.  Manila had to think fast.  She threw her hips forward, bumping Niniane's face back with her crotch.  Niniane fell onto her back, and Manila started drag her backward by the panties.  Niniane tried to keep her panties by spreading her legs into a wedge shape.  The panties were caught at her knees, and Niniane's butt was dragging through the sand.  Manila could see victory before her, in her opponent's hairy womanhood so recently exposed, in spite of her own ruffled panties being at her own knees.

Meanwhile, in the stands, plan Z was in effect.  The barmaids poured out of the servant hallways into every section in the auditorium, each carrying a tray of tankards, and handing one to each patron.  To each taker, they seductively smiled, and said "Come to the Ripped Bodice, for your next drink!"  One of the serving girls approached Lilith, "Free ale, um, madam?"   She said nervously, offering a tankard.

Lillith didn't bother to look at the girl. She simply extended her arm and snagged the ale, eyes locked on the match.

"One for me?!" Poog asked. The server looked incredulously at the monstrous little person, then scampered away.

"Whench." Poog groused. Lillith took a sip of her ale, watching the action below.

Manila pulled with all her strength. She desperately wished she could pull up her panties, but she was not going to let go when she was so close to victory! So her bony butt waggled at the crowd, her crotch was exposed.

Nianie, now almost nude, reacted panicly, trying to save the match. She swung her foot up, catching Manila right between the legs.

"OOHH!" Manila exclaimed, throwing her hands to her crotch as she fell forward. She landed right on Niniane. Neither could pull up their panties, for they instantly began wrestling. Niniane clawed at Manila's top, Manila pushing back her hands best she could. Though Manila was on top Niniane was much larger, and Manila didn't have her ally's wrestling skill. Their bare legs rubbed together, bound at the knees by their panties.

"Wowie folks!" The announcer whistled as the Viewfinder focused on the action. "The second wrestling match of the night! What a lucky day for all!"

Meanwhile Jallan and Belle were still pulling at each other's underwear. Belle had the front of Jallan's thong and was yanking it forward mighty, causing it to dig into her butt all the deeper. Jallan, wincing at the pressure, was yanking at the bra. They both pulled... then SNAP! Both garments snapped. Both women fell back. Jallan lay stunned for a second, legs spread. The viewfinder zoomed in on her white furred crotch as she rose. Then, realizing the show she was giving she slammed her thighs shut, flushing.

Belle was now topless, prone as well. The viewfinder seemed to flail about, not sure what of all the nudity to project.

Niniane clawed at Manila's breasts.  Even if her reputation didn't precede her, as a big woman, Niniane knew a thing or two about what naturally large breasts looked like.  She figured she could hook her hands underneath these large fake ones, and use it as leverage as a way to rip the cloth.  If they weren't fake, it would hurt Manila like hell, but, considering the rest of her build, they had to be fake and she'd barely feel a thing.

Aloysius took an audible sip of ale that projected through the arena.  "Oooooh, that's good..."  He caught himself, then improvised, "I mean, it's so good to see Jallan's white pussy on the screen again.  I mean, it makes you wonder...what does it take to make it purr?  And what about those breasts, people?  Ever seen so many big breasts in one match?  We also have some tiny ones, but they haven't yet decided to make their appearance."

Brandywine looked nervous and shifted in her seat.  "Come on, you can still win...come on..."

For all the hope Brandy had in her, Belle was at a severe disadvantage, still lying on the ground, blushing more than ever.  She tried, desperately, to seep the fencer's leg, but it seemed unlikely she'd trip such an agile opponent.

Jallan side stepped the kick then came in at Belle. She grasped the panties, yanking. She had the advantage of standing leverage but Belle could use her weight to plant in place. So really it came down to the strength of the panties. Would they hold before Belle made her next move?

Niniane clawed at Manila's chest, reaching under the dress and into her bra. Manila's dress was pulled and torn open into a deep v neck. Manila squealed as she felt the foreign hands scrap against her breasts. Ninane got a good grip and then pulled back. Manila's bra was ripped out through her breasts. At the same moment two unraveling strips of cloth flew out, unrolling as the fell away.

Manila large bra pulled away, leaving her sternum bare. Her dress top still covered her nipples, but the illusion of her breast vanished. She had the torn dress top, her panties around her knees and nothing else. She squirmed down Niniane's prone body, working her way down so she could get at the panties. This gave an amazing display of her intimates from behind as she straddled her foe. She managed to get a grip on the panties, but this left her open to attack.

"HAHAHAAA!" Poog exclaimed as Manila's bra flew off. "Looks like they called her Manila the flat because she's flat as a board!"

"Just shut up, you insurable little monster." Lillith said. Really, she was crestfallen at the revelation. So much for that perfect beauty!

"I can't wait to see what her boobies really look like under all that!" Poog laughed.

Lillith rolled her eyes and drank her beer. She too was excited to see, but she had to win. She still had to be discreet, but she had to give her team an edge. So she intended to use her magics to set a spark to Ninane's panties. The small fabric wouldn't last long then the other side would be done to one girl, a hapless serving wench. She readied her magics...

Belle grabbed her own panties--this was a nightmare scenario.  Slowly, but surely, Jallan started to pull them down her legs.  Moving around to the other side of her opponent without letting go, she rolled the barmaid up in what looked like a wrestling pin, shoulders down, and legs in the air.  Triumphantly, she pulled up, and the panties slipped off Belle's legs.  Holding them up in the air, she planted a smack on the plump backside in front of her.

Manila wasn't faring quite as well.  With both her hands on Niniane's panties, she wasn't able to protect herself as the barmaid grabbed her top, exposing her modest breasts, but aprts of the garment were still clinging to her.  At the very same moment, Lilith was able to light a fire right in the gusset of Niniane's panties.  The barmaid stopped resisting, and the panties slipped from her legs.  Manila fell back into the sound.  Waving her hand in front of her face, she was glad to find that the large undergarments were off her opponent, and in her hands.  She was less glad, when the fire spread to what was left of her dress.  Rolling in the sand furiously, she made a ridiculous spectacle as the fire burned away the last of her clothing.  She had stripped her opponent, but ended up nude in the process!  She hoped that Jallan was faring better.

That's when Aloysius voice boomed through the arena again, "Whoa...behold Manila the Flat, and, to coin a new title, Niniane the fat!"  They stripped each other!  But you have to wonder, where was all that fire coming from?  At any rate, that makes Jallan and Manila the winners of a hard-fought battle.  One wonders what the fencer and the singer have in store for the barmaids?"

Brandywine pouted.  "They better punish them enough, or I might have to when I get back to the Bodice," she said, to no one in particular.  "I don't like losing, but at least we got in some advertising.  And I don't think Syndra noticed me messing with the match...or...if she did, she didn't say anything.  I have this weird hunch I wasn't the only one.  That's why the wine drinks had this little formula my alchemist whipped up to find anyone using magic lately."  Overhearing her, one of the servants asked, "How will you find out who it was?"  "Oh, they'll reveal themselves shortly...the elixir will make them.  Just wait and see how they do, it's going to be great."

Lillith watched the match intently. While she stared she took another sip of ale. She started to feel a warm tingle. Ignoring it she eagerly awaited the forfeit section of the match.

Poog was gone. No doubt he'd crept off to complete part of the bargain and retrieve some panties from the arena. Lillith smiled wickedly at the thought of getting those panties...

Manila and Jallan stood in the center of the ring. Jallan stood cupping her crotch. She knew her white pubic hair was strange hair, and found herself embarrassed by that. Manila cupped a hand over each of her minuscule breasts. Just once she hoped she could finish a match without ending up topless! Her secret breasts, until a few weeks ago had never been revealed. Now it felt like practically every other day they were exposed.

"Well" Jallan said excitedly, turning to Manila. "Let's get our forfeit!"

Manila, despite her humiliation, smiled.

"Yeah, let's do that." She agreed

Brandy scanned the crowd for signs of the brew taking effect.  She didn't see anything yet.

Standing next to Niniane and trying her best to cover her voluptuous body with her hands, Belle was bawling like a baby.  "I can't believe we lost."  Niniane scowled at her, wiping some of the pie from her cheek and licking her finger.  "And what, exactly, did you do to help us win?" she said, acerbically.  Belle responded with a whine.  Nearby, Niniane's artifact, a magic bag that for some reason produced pastries, was lying in the sand where it had fallen when her bra strap knocked it from her as it was removed.  Niniane looked at it and raised an eyebrow.  This gesture didn't go unnoticed by Jallan.

((Pictures of this match are coming.  I've been having software issues of late, that's why they slowed down.  A new upgrade made me lose all the organization of where my stuff was kept.  I'll be posting them as edits into the old threads at first, to land them in sort the right spot in the story.  Greatly looking forward to find out what Jallan wanted to do in the forfeits.))

"What sort of forfeit should we do?" Jallan asked Manila excitedly. "Make them dance? Give them a spanking?"

Manila was shocked by Jallan's obvious enthusiam for this. Personally, Manila felt she'd already lost. After all, she'd ended up naked and exposed from head to toe again. What was the point in harrassing these women if she was already shamed?

Manila realized there was a point. Two in fact. First there was revenge, plain and simple. Take out her humilation and shame on another. Then there was the Queen. Syndra obviously loved these matches. Manila had heard a rumor the Queen had body modifying mages who could give her the body she'd always dreamed of. She hoped to please the Queen with victories until she could get access to these mages herself. So a good forfeit would help with her adgenda.

"I've got an idea." Manila said. "They are serving wenches right? So let's make them serve." She turned towards the announcer.

"Get us some a tankard of ale and some mugs!" Manila yelled. The announcer clapped his hands. Surprisingly quickly a large wood barrel of ale and mugs were brought out.

"You two." Manila commanded. "Fill these glasses and bring a mug to everyone in the stadium who wants one."

You want us to go in the stands... naked?!" Niniane said, shocked and horrified.

"That's right." Manila said, crossing her arms over her little breast with as much confidence as she could manage. "Get out there and make the people happy!"

Reluctantly the two women each filled two mugs. With their hands full neither could cover, large breasts flopping. Then they started out into the crowd...

Lillith watched in fascination. Those women were so shamed, so punished! Oh how she loved it! She found herself enjoying it even more then she realized she would. A warmth spread between her legs. She rubbed her thighs together, biting her lip as she watched Belle and Niniane start into the crowd to pass out ales...

The two of them tried to stay close to one another, for protection. Even still, there was groping, and an occasional spank from a spectator. Keeping their hands on their trays prevented them from preventing this or repsonding. Much worse was the verbal abuse from the crowd, or the disappointed look on their boss's face when they arrived in her box. Eventually, they made their way to where Lilith was sitting. Clumsy as she was, Niniane spilled a mug of ale over the demoness' cleavage.