Summary so far:
Day 1: Onyx vs. Tyger- Onyx loses for the first time ever and pays the price.
Day 2: Onyx vs. Jewel- Onyx defeats Jewel to stay alive in the tournament but realizes she is slowly changing into a bimbo.
Day 3: Onyx vs. Chaos- Onyx defeats Chaos to make it to the final 4 but discovers she has been set up.
Interlude: Onyx travels to Darkview to investigate Tyger.
Interlude- part 2: Onyx learns more about Tyger while coming to terms with being pierced and tattooed.
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Interlude- part 3
I never saw the hand that grabbed me from behind. One moment everything seemed fine, the next moment I was lying flat on my back. Seconds later my knees were pushed back, my thighs were spread and my bare feet were in the air.
"You're pinned," said Diane, the bimbo formerly known as Bambi. "Again, I might add. You really need to stop watching for only the obvious moves. That's fine against your local competition but against top level opponents you're going to get taken down."
I got to my feet rubbing my sore tattooed ass. "You just got lucky, that's all."
Diane laughed. "Of course. Your bottoms. Now."
I grumbled but slid my bikini bottom over my rounded hips and down my thighs. I tossed them in the corner. "This is just pwactice. We didn't have to use house rules, you know."
"I know," said Diane, "But I have three years of pussy-licking to get even with you for."
That didn't sound good. I got into position and got ready to "practice" again. I had taken the championship from Diane 3 years ago but I had a couple of advantages then...the main one being that I had access to my power then. Not that I didn't have access to it now, but I couldn't use it against Diane. Wrestling Diane straight up, particularly after being physically sore from my narrow escape from Tyger's bar and then being tattooed and pierced, was proving troublesome. In fact, she was handling me with ease.
This was actually a training session in the ring of the otherwise deserted club arena. Diane had been a champion in two different wrestling federations and knew her stuff. She was trying to give me a crash course in championship wrestling in hopes that it would help me defeat Tyger.
Diane was good, but part of the problem was that I was losing my physical edge. Oh, I was still a good athlete and wrestler, but my razor-sharp skills that were so effective in my toned athletic body weren't quite as effective in my new softer, curvier bimbo body. I could still handle a lesser wrestler, but Tyger wasn't a lesser wrestler. For that matter neither was Fury, who I'd be taking on in two days. My tits had grown from B-cups to DD-cups since my match with Tyger five days earlier and they were definitely getting in the way. My balance was slightly off and they interfered when I tried to reach across my body. My nipples were perpetually hard now from my piercings and they were embarrassingly sensitive as well. And my hair...a smirking Diane had finally admitted this morning that the lotion she rubbed into my scalp when we were at the tattoo parlor was a growth accelerator. Hormones for hair. Diane acknowledged that it was petty but she was returning the favor of making me as girly as possible, even beyond what Tyger was doing to me. The result was that my hair was practically exploding from my head. Because of Tyger my hair had faded almost completely to blonde, but now it was growing about five times faster than normal. It was halfway down my back this morning and I tied it back for our practice but the sensation of a long ponytail tickling my bare back was foreign and distracting.
The main problem, however, was that I was feeling embarrassingly sexy. It was getting harder to focus on wrestling. Pressing and rubbing against Diane's lush body was getting distracting. And now I was trying to wrestle naked.
"Shannon! Focus!" Diane barked. Grrrrrrrr.
I didn't wait for an opening. Instead I went straight for Diane, waist high, perfectly centered. Let's see the bitch avoid this...
...and I suddenly found myself upside down, legs spread and pinned wide open, and completely helpless. I tried to sputter but squeaked instead.
"Let me go, dammit!"
"Do you submit?"
I clenched my teeth. "Yes, I submit."
Diane released me and I dropped to the ground. Three straight easy pins. I got up slowly as Diane belted on the strap-on dildo. My eyes widened slightly.
"You get to fuck me?!?"
Diane nodded. "Oh, yes. House rules, sweetie. Get on your knees."
I was going to argue but the sight of that dildo jutting out from Diane's hips made my breath catch. My mind was pink mist as I dropped to my knees and took that dildo in my mouth. My red lips wrapped around that dildo and instinctively my mouth began to slide up and down the length. I felt fingers threading into my hair and paused, looking up, my mouth full of fake cock. Diane's amused eyes looked down into mine and I felt my cheeks redden. Then those fingers gripped my hair and forced my head to resume its bobbing motion.
After a minute of this Diane slid the dildo out of my wet mouth and said, "Alright, sweetie, get on all fours." Diane stood directly behind me as I complied, dropping to my hands and knees, ass high. Diane patted my rounded ass before I felt her press the tip of the thick dildo against my smooth-shaven pussy. She slid an inch inside me before taking hold of my hips and driving it inside me until her belly was pressed against my ass. I shuddered as that thickness sliding inside my sensitive pussy sent heated fingers of pleasure through my belly. My ass instinctively rose a little higher and Diane pressed tight against me and began stroking that fake cock back and forth inside me. I moaned and unconsciously parted my thighs a little more. My heavy boobs jiggled and swayed as Diane stroked into me, my belly muscles trembling and twitching as my heat grew. Finally my shoulders lowered, my hips bucked and I exploded in a high-pitched squeal of heated release. Hips bucking to meet Diane's continuing thrusts, I became embarrassingly loud as it seemed the flow of pleasure would never end.
