Emma Wanderfoot vs Kashmer the Thief

It was a sticky day in the Enferia.  The kind of hot, humid day that threatens to rain, but sometimes doesn't.  The crowd gathered in the arena was grateful for the little shade provided by the small awnings over the seating.  Even Syndra had a handkerchief and dabbed her forehead now and then.

"Well, it's a scorcher, ladies and gentlemen!  And that's why you'll be happy for this hot action the empress has brought you today in our fine arena.  Two first-timers.  Before you commence booing, these are top-of-the-line experts you're about to see.

First, fresh from the reknowned Swinezits school of Wizardry, Emma Wanderfoot, the half-Halfling.  She may be a little short, but I hear she graduated top of her class.  She should be a challenge for anybody!"

He cleared his throat, "And, her worthy opponent, a local scoundrel of more than average ability!  If she's swindled you, you'll be rooting against her, Kashmer the Thief."

Emma skipped out into the arena like she was on a walk through a meadow.  She seemed really confident, and unconcerned that a lowly thief might be able to present a challenge.  She held up her wand, and waved at the crowd, a cantrip causing a small fireworks display to appear around her hand.  She blew kisses at the applauding audience.

Kashmer strutted out. Her hips swung wildly with each step. She shook her hair as she walked out. She blew a kiss to the audience, a sly grin on her face, eyes wild and excited. This wasn't exactly an ideal situation. After years of success, she'd finally been caught stealing. Well, technically it was a confidence scam, but she'd gotten caught was the important thing. She needed to fight for her freedom, to get out of this confinement before something bad happened. Like getting stripped in public. That would definitely affect her ability to operate as a con woman and thief!

Kashmer didn't let her inner conflict show. An expert at faking appearances, she had an utterly confident and laid back smile on her face. The smile grew when she saw Emma. Some young shrimp of a mage? She'd have this taken care of in no time flat!

"Here, let's shake hands!" Kashmer offered, smiling at Emma. "No bad feelings, may the best women win!"

Kashmer approached Emma, trying to appear totally genuine. She had a dagger up her sleeve though. Literally. If Emma took her hand Kashmer would take a slash at her robe!

(Charisma 10 + roll 7= 17 to fool her!)

((Oh, I didn't see the charisma roll...ideally it would be an ego roll instead, if such a thing existed. She doesn't think a thief is worthy of the pretense of honorable combat, most likely. Remember, she's a know-it-all valedictorian! Oh, well 7+6-13 I'll let you write this move out, as I don't think she'd fall for it, not from charisma/distrust, but merely from a massive feeling of superiority.))

(Okay, that works).

Emma rolled her eyes, extending her hand palm down. She wasn't expecting subterfuge, because she wasn't expecting much. What was a magic-less woman going to do to her? She rolled her eyes. Kashmer took her hand, a smile flashing on her face. Then she drew her dagger and cut across Emma's torso!

It was a small cut, but it cut a several inch gash right below the collar of Emma's robe. Kashmer jumped back, pulling her other dagger and taking a low stance.

"Ooh!" The announcer called. "It looks like first blood goes to Kashmer, with a cheap shot! Not much flesh showing yet but give it time folks!"

Emma watched as the thief cut her robe. There was no need for concern, but perhaps she should be quicker in her next move. Still casual and confident, but with a tiny hint of urgency, she cast her spell. Aiming her wand at Kashmer's skirt, she intoned, "Diffindo!"
((This will split the seam if it works. Roll to make sure she doesn't fizzle: 6. INT 10 + roll 4 (I'm assuming D10.)))

The side seam of Kashmer's skirt split. Her already short skirt now showed one leg entirely, and glimpses of panties seemed very likely.

Kashmer's smile broke for a moment. Underwear showing? Already? She had to show this halfling what was what! She lunged forward, spinning one knife in a dramatic and obvious slash at Emma's face. At the same time she subtly and quickly swiped her other knife up at the wand, hoping to bat it out of the spell casters hand. She hoped that without the wand Emma wouldn't be able to cast spells, or at least have a harder time of it.

(Dex 10 + 7= 17 to pull off this maneuver. Emma can use speed or perception to either dodge or notice what Kashmer's doing)

((Preception 9+ roll 6))
Emma's wand was knocked out of her hand. It flew up into the air, landing about 10 feet behind her. Her face was suddenly less confident.

"Levicorpus!" she shouted, hoping it would work.

((Oddly this caused me to research how wandless magic works in the WW of HP. The H girl does it, at least, once, and so do several other characters. I'm going to give her a 1-3 fizzles on her role not to fizzle, and say, 4 has unexpected consequences. Roll not to fail: 8 Roll of cast: Int 10+9 (good dice luck when she needed it) Teh spell would have Kashmer is levitated upside down, as if hung by her feet. Emma will grab for the skirt if it works.))

Kashmer suddenly was yanked head over heels, her ankles getting pulled out from under her. She flipped upside down, gasping in shock. She hung suspended in the air upside down. Her split skirt flipped up, revealing purple lace panties. The crowd roared. Her long, pale tone legs were visible from boots to panties. Her panties hugged her curved butt and rounded hips.

Kashmer wanted to cover, but knew defending herself was more important. She saw Emma coming at her, eyes on her skirt. Kashmer waited until the last moment, trying to act confused and helpless, flailing her arms. Then, as Emma reached for her skirt, Kashmer slashed with both knives, aiming for Emma's robe.

(Dex 10 + roll 1 critical fail! You can decide how her bad strike plays out.)

Emma grabbed the skirt and tore it from her, as the seam was already weak, but her knives came for the robes, Emma used the leather skirt to grab for the knives, which she threw over in the sand, about as far away as her wand.

With a wave of her hand, Kashmer landed on her head.  Emma was surprisingly quiet through all of this, as if she had performed the routine before somehow.

Looking at her opponent, who had just landed on her head and was trying to get her bearings, the mage chanted: "Reducio."  She gestured with her hand toward Kashmer's top.
((Roll 8 to see if it fizzles, so it doesn't.  Roll 3 + Int 10 for the spell itself.))

Kashmer landed on her head painfully. She lay in a pile, butt pointed up towards the crowd. The viewfinder eagerly showed her lace clad backside to the crowd, who whooped in joy.

Regaining her barings, Kashmer managed to rise. She had lost her skirt and her opponent was fully clothed! She realized she had to act fast.

Kashmer felt a pressure on her chest. Something was happening! It felt like her top was... shrinking! She had to act fast and interrupt the spell. Already her breasts were smashed tight, dangerously close to popping out.

(Dex 10 + roll 6 to stay out of Emma's sight)
Kashmer threw down a smoke bomb, sending up a dark cloud of smoke. Then she did a roll, emerging with the cloud between her and Emma. She slipped around, creeping quietly yet quickly, to maneuver behind the mage and get to her knives unnoticed! She hoped breaking eye contact would stop the spell or else she was in big trouble and her bra was about to be revealed!

((Perception 9+ Roll 8=17))
Emma saw her going for her knives, through the smoke. "It's elementary, my dear, your movements are pushing aside bits of smoke, leaving little trails."

Emma, meanwhile, moved in the direction where her wand had fallen. She reckoned she had about the same amount of time it would take Kashmer to get her knives, which was her point in throwing them in the first place.

(Speed 9 + roll 8= 17 to get to her knives first!)

Kashmer, now spotted, lunged forward. Bare legs pumping she ran towards her knives, sliding on the sand as she reached them. She hoped she'd beaten Emma to the punch. She swiveled and threw one of her retrieved knives at Emma, hoping to both slash her robe and stop her from getting her wand at the moment!

(Dex 10 + roll 6= 16 to hit)

((What happened on the shrinking top, as she didn't break the line of sight?))
((Speed 5+ roll 4))
The knife tore through Emma's robes, leaving her in a frilly pink dress. "Those were my best robes you cretin!" She called out, before incanting, "Aguamente!"
((Roll to not fizzle: 10. Int 10 + roll 7 (kinda wish those rolls were reversed, lol This will shoot a huge stream of water at her, knocking her back, and up to you if she loses something.))

Kashmer threw her knife, just as her top tightened to the breaking point. The strings holding it taut over her large chest broke away. It fell as she threw the knife and cut her enemy's robe. Kashmer now stood in a bra, panties and boots (the last of which didn't even count in these matches) The crowd marveled at her well defined body, the curves of which were now plainly visible.

Kashmer threw her knife, leaving her with one weapon, besides the smoke bombs she had tucked in her bra. Then, Emma blasted water at her. Kashmer tried to throw herself out of the way of the stream, taking a nearly nude dive from the stream

(Speed 9+ roll 10)

Kashmer lunged from the stream of water, rolling and landing upright. She dove towards Emma, unleashing a series of dagger slashes, hoping to destroy the underrobe and strip her enemy down to her level!

(Dex 10 + roll 7= 17)

((Defense roll 4...her physical stats are bad, too...)) Emma watched her hat fall to the ground as she tried to outmaneuver Kashmer. She gritted her teeth as she watched her opponent shred the pink dress. What was under it was a surprise to everyone.

"Well, that's a first!" said Aloysius, "Maybe her choice in underwear ensured a lot of alone time to be used studying. You've seen the valedictorian robes, now see the valedictorian underwear!"

Under the pink dress, Emma was wearing the biggest underwear anyone had ever seen. It was an all-in-one affair, with a bodice shape at the top, and bloomers down below. It was white, with little frills at the knees and shoulders.

Her face was beetroot red and she seemed embarrassed for what was showing, and concerned for what more might be soon. She pointed at Kashmer's panties, "Diffindo!"
((Roll to not fizzle: 5 Attack roll 10 critical + int 10 Bursts the seams.))

Kashmer smirked as she shredded the under dress with her knife throw. Her smile grew as she saw Emma's rather embarrasing underwear. Though her under clothes might be more revealing, they were certainly less embarrassing!

Her happiness dissapatied though as she felt a strange sensation around her hips. She looked down. Her purple lace panties seemed to unravel at the seams, falling away in less then a second! She was bottomless! Her curvy butt was fully exposed, milk white large cheeks showing to the audience. The biggest shocker was her crotch, which was fully smooth shaven! A totally bare exposed womanhood for all to see!

Kashmer slammed her knees together. Besides her small, strapless bra over her mammoth sized chest she was naked! She felt shaky as the viewfinder swiveled around her crotch and butt. Then, she thought of something. She could use this humiliation! She knew her enemy was proud, maybe even arrogant. She could play off those emotions, and her own exposure!

"OH!" She screamed, falling to her knees. "Mercy!" She looked to Emma with wide eyes, cupping her crotch with her free hand. "Don't strip me please! I couldn't bare it! Your just too powerful! I'll take off my top myself, just save me the indignity of being stripped!"

While playing up her real embarrassment, Kashmer readied herself. Then, hoping to take Emma unawares, she threw her last dagger at her opponents top. She hoped to totally surprise Emma, and ready herself for her next attack!

(Charisma 10 + roll 6 to fool Emma. Maybe if she's fooled a minus to defense? Didn't really figure out how her misdirect skill would work)
(Dex 10 + roll 4= 14 to hit)

((4 to disbelieve, not enough no matter what. 1 on the defense roll))
Emma paused for a second, unable to know what to make of her opponent's plea. But the second was all she needed. As the knife cut across the shoulders of her giant underwear, the weight of the garment brought them to her knees. Emma couldn't run, or do anything, all what was left was to tug the garment off her knees, or rip it off.

With her underwear tangled around her legs as they were, her brown bush became the subject of the viewing sphere, but not for long. Those on the other side of the arena were making sounds of "ooooh" and "aaahhh" and "whaaa?" The viewing sphere dashed around to show her slightly chubby valedictorian bottom. Right there, on her left cheek, was a tattoo! It consisted of a cartoonish pig, with acne, wearing a wizard's cap. Around it, were clumsily arranged the letters "Swinezits"

Emma was frozen in shock, for a moment, but when she realized her underwear was still technically on her knees and shins, she tried one last spell.

Why she attempted to cast "Rictusempra," would haunt her for days and weeks to come. Was she trying to throw the match? Or just nervous. There's no way she wanted her body on display, so it must have been the latter. To lose all her dignity just like that, here before an audience of thousands of her lessers, that would be devastating.

((Roll 5 to not fizzle. Roll 3+ Int 10, if she succeeds, Kashmer will be tickled. If you win on the next round, and it's hard not to unless your roll is terrible, feel free to move right into the punishment phase. I probably won't write again until sometime tomorrow.))

(I misunderstood and thought Emma's underwear was two piece. Now I feel kind of like I cheated, Kashmer having more clothes then Emma! Anyways I don't think Kashmer can defend herself against a spell like this, where she doesn't even know what's coming!)

When Emma yelled out her last spell Kashmer clamped both hands over her chest. She assumed it would be an attack on her last clothing item. To her surprise though, her bra was unaffected. Instead it felt as though tiny invisible feathers started stroking her. Kashmer stiffled a giggle. The invisible feathers seemed to find her most sensitive points. They seemed to focus on her armpits, her thighs, her wrists and feet.

Despite her impressive disciple, this tickling was getting to Kashmer. She giggled. Then, once that slipped out she couldn's stop herself. She started thrashing and writing, unable to control herself. She wiggled in place, limbs spazzing out of control. Certainly NOT the type of display a professional thief wanted to be giving in front of thousands! Even worse, she was only in her bra! She gave dramatic views and glimpses between her thighs at her clean shaven womanhood, which the viewfinder was sure to show the crowd.

"OOH! Though she has a definite advantage, Kashmer seems to have taken a break to give us all a dance! Though, a strange spastic dance it is... not that I'm complaining!" He laughed at the sight of her large butt projected on the viewfinder. Round and perfect it bounced as Kashmer shrieked and writhed. Her pale body jiggled and shook for all, peasants and farmers as well as noble and lords.

Kashmer's strapless purple bra could already barely contain her heaving breasts. Each breast jiggled, the flesh visible over each cup shaking massively, hypnotically. Each time she wiggled her breasts came up a little more. Finally, after a particularly powerful shriek of laughter, her breasts flopped out of her bra. Pressed upwards by the bra below they exploded up and out, riding unnaturally high. Two D cup mammoths, pale white, round and perky and topped with pink nipples.

"HAHAHAHA OH NO!" Kashmer gasped. Her breasts! Though her bra was still technically on it wasn't doing much of anything. Her breasts, butt and crotch were all exposed as she giggled madly, trying to cover herself.

"Well, look at that!" The announcer called out. "It looks like Kashmer's massive honkers were too excited to be contained! We have a first for the arena folks... both women are showing everything, yet both women are technically in the match! They must have been that eager to expose themselves!"

This statement stirred Kashmer from her uncomfortable tickling. If she finished stripping that wizard she'd be done! She was doubtlessly behind this tickling anyways! Kashmer must stop her! She stumbled forward, trying to ignore the tickles that ran over her body. She stumbled out, bending to try to grasp Emma's shorts and yank them down, giggling and shaking all the while!

(Dex 10 + roll 8 - 3 for distraction =15 to strip)

((Dex 1 (whoa, that's so bad I should be roleplaying it) + roll 7=)
Kashmer grabbed the remnants of the bloomers and pulled. Emma fell on her butt in the sand as her legs were lifted. The remains of the modest underwear were torn from her legs. She was naked, and worse yet, stripped by a common criminal.

"It looks like the witch once again finds herself at the head of the class--the class of losing! And what's with that tattoo?" Aloysius taunted.

Emma's eyes teared up. She couldn't have imagined a scenario in which she might lose. She continued to sit in the sand, one hand over her crotch, and another over her breasts.

Kashmer struggled to catch her breath. Her body gleaned with sweat. The tickling had stopped. She had won!

The crowd cheered her. Her opponent lay on the ground clutching her body. This young woman was truly an incredible mage! Honestly, she'd gotten lucky. But, her natural bravado would not allow her to admit it. Instead she threw her arms up in victory!

Then, feeling her breasts bounce freely, she remembered herself.

"I hope you enjoyed seeing these babies!" She exclaimed, pointing at her large chest. Her voice was amplified through the arena "Because that's the only time you're going to see them!"

With that she pushed her breasts back into the cups of her small bra. The crowd groaned at that. While not strictly against the rules, it was a little frowned upon to redress. She'd never lost her bra though, just fallen out of it.

"I seriously doubt that." The announcer threw in, making the crowd chuckle. Kashmer threw him a glare.

"Anyways." The announcer continued "It's time for Kashmer to collect her forfeit! What does she have in store for Emma?

((I can't wait to see! Her "Swinezits" tattoo on her left buttcheek is eminently mockable.))

"Hmm... first thing's first." Kashmer said, considering the prone nude Emma. "Stand up and let everyone get a look at you."

"Please no!" Emma cried. Kashmer reached over and yanked the small woman to her feet. Emma stumbled up, locking her knees to try to hide herself and cupping her chest.

"Arms over your head." Kashmer commanded. Emma was too frightened to obey. Kashmer gave her a booted kick to her backside.

"OWW!" Emma squealed, stumbling forward.

"Arms up, now!" Kashmer commanded. Emma, intimidated by her physically superior rival, slowly removed her hands from her breasts and raised them to her head. She stood, fully exposed!

"Hmm... not bad... if your into midgets!" Kashmer mocked. "Though, I personally like a girl with curves! Don't worry, I'm sure many of the people here love to see a naked girl shaped like a wooden plank!"

Emma's jaw dropped. Kashmer was mocking her nude body! She wished she could cover her small breasts and brown fuzzy crotch, but knew she would be forced to obey if she tried to resist.

Kashmer circled Emma, studying her.

"OOH, what's this?!" Kashmer exclaimed, seeing the tattoo for the first time. "What's this?!" Kashmer stroked the tattoo, causing Emma to shudder. "Why don't you tell us all the meaning of your tattoo?"

"Um...." Emma said nervously, instinctively putting her hands down to try to cover herself again. "It was for an initiation...the Order of the Boar's Boil. A kind of school honor-society. The older students said they all get them. It really hurt. Later, when I found out, that they DIDN'T have them, just me, they laughed."

She turned her head to try to look over her shoulder at it. What she saw was a boot connecting with her butt again, and again, she lifted her hands onto her head. "D-don't...don't hurt me, OK?"

"So easily manipulated." Kashmer laughed, lowering her foot. "I don't even have to tell you to do something and you'll do it. No wonder it was so easy to make you get that tattoo! What a fool you must have felt like! Trying so hard to impress. Did you have to try so hard because you look like a little girl? Is that why you were so eager to impress?"

"NO!" Emma yelped, resentfully of her exposed body. Having her arms up like this only helped to flatten her chest! "I mean... that's not.." Unable to think of anything else, she went silent.

"Oh, cat got your tongue piggy?" Kashmer laughed. "Well, let's find something for you to do that doesn't involve your mouth!"

Kashmer ran over to the guard at the side of the arena. She whispered to them. The guard left, then returned, handing something off to Kashmer. She approached Emma, concealing what she'd been given. Then, with a dramatic flourish she withdrew two feathers.

"I figure turn about is fair play." She smirked. Then, she put the tip of each feather to Emma's armpits and started stroking, tickling Emma!

Emma started laughing uncontrollably. The fleshier areas around her hip and thighs were jiggling like a gelatinous cube, but what noticeable wasn't was her breast tissue. "Stop, stop...please....I'll do anything you want!"

She was outraged that this crowd was seeing her body nude, and that she had been defeated by some common criminal. She should have won. What went wrong? She was laughing, but her eyes teared up, smearing her makeup.

Kashmer had no mercy. She kept tickling. "Please, stop....st--" Kashmer grinned at her pleas.