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.
Interlude- part 3: Onyx trains under Diane.
Day 4: Onyx vs. Fury- Onyx defeats Fury. Viper agrees to give Onyx one hour of training.
Day 5- part 1: Onyx trains under Viper.
Day 5- part 2: Onyx buys a new bra. Onyx "defeats" Dominatrix to make it to the championship match.
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Day 6- ENDGAME
"Hey, bimbo, wake up."
Bite me,
I thought. "No. Go 'way. I'm sleeping."
A tug on one of my nipple rings forced me to open one eye and glare at Diane, my evil ex-bimbo and pussy licker and present evil mentor.
"Time to wake up, bimbo," she said.
I pushed her hand away and closed my eyes again. "Go 'way! Don't you have, wike, orphans to beat up or something? I'm sleeping!"
I heard rustling and suddenly Diane's weight was sitting on my substantial chest. My eyes popped open just in time to receive Diane's bare pussy pressed against my mouth.
"Mmmmpphh...!" I said.
"I'm sure you know what to do, bimbo," said Diane. "My morning just got better."
"Mmmmpphh!" I said.
"I know, bimbo," said Diane, "But you owe me for three years of forced service and you're making a down payment. Now."
Diane looked down her belly at me, my eyes the only visible part above her pussy. Thinking of Diane as Bambi had become nearly impossible since she had severed my influence on her mind by forcibly tattooing "Bimbo" on my ass. The gypsy-inked tattoo had properties preventing me from using my powers on her in any way. Diane had been champion when I arrived three years ago and she knew far more about wrestling than I did, so I couldn't even kick her ass. Diane was one of the few people I couldn't bully.
As if to punctuate that thought, Diane began to grind her pussy against my mouth. "Let's go, bimbo. I'm not getting off until I get off."
I didn't really have a choice and lack of air was becoming an issue. I slid my tongue into her heated slit and was rewarded with a hip wriggle that allowed me a breath. My arms were pinned beneath her knees, so I used my tongue to locate her clit. After finding it I began to lap at it with my tongue, then wrapped my swelled lips around it in an erotic kiss. I could feel her juices coating my cheeks but I continued to lick and suck at her button as she wriggled her hips in growing heat.
I don't know if it was Diane's scent or her heated responses to my licking but I suddenly realized I was becoming embarrassingly aroused. I was servicing with my mouth like a good plaything and my body was trying to reward me. I knew what was happening but I couldn't stop it. Diane shifted slightly, freeing my arms, so I slid my hands under her and cupped her rounded ass. I worked her clit with my lips and tongue until her back arched and with a sudden moan she came, wriggling and squirming on top of me. I licked through her climax until at last, with a final shudder, she slid off my chest and allowed me to sit up.
My cheeks were bright red and covered with Diane's juices, so I slipped off to the bathroom to discreetly clean up. I emerged freshly showered a short time later, trying to disregard just how aroused I was. Diane's smirk followed me around the room, distracting me as I dressed. I put on an adorable rose-colored halter-top and a flippy red mini-skirt and completed the outfit with a cute pair of strappy four-inch high heels.
We finished our coffee and headed down to Marty's office. My heels click-clacked as we made our way to his door. Just for old-times sake I walked in without knocking.
Marty jumped when I entered, then rolled his eyes. "Geez, Shannon, why can't you knock like everyone else?"
I giggled. "I'm just, wike, keeping you on your toes and stuff, you know?" I fumed inside. What came out of my mouth these days bore almost no resemblance to what I was actually trying to say.
"I don't need to be on my toes! My toes are fine!"
I giggled. "Awwwww, if I don't do it, who will?"
To my surprise, Marty actually looked away and mumbled, "I hope I don't find out," which was sweet, considering he was the one who had gotten me into this mess in the first place.
You got yourself in this mess, girl,
said a voice in my head. I sighed, realizing the voice was right. I was getting wiser too late. I looked back to Marty.
"I've been, wike, totally distracted and stuff. How are the receipts and stuff from the tournament doing?" I asked.
Marty cringed and turned down the radio slightly. "Aw, geez, Shannon, I know it's not your fault, but do you have any idea how hard it is to talk business with you when you're talking like a frickin' space cadet?"
I actually giggled at Marty's discomfort. "Of course I know, silly! Why do you think I do it?"
Besides not being able to stop for the life of me?
"To drive me fuckin' bonkers?"
I giggled. "Well, that too, wike."
He grunted and shuffled some papers. "Alright, here are the numbers for the entire tournament. That doesn't include the advance tickets sold for tonight, so there's more coming."
I nodded. "Totally awesome! Now let me see the other book."
"Awww, Shannon, I wouldn't try to..."
"Wike, now, buster!" Did he really think I had forgotten that he was a weasel of the highest magnitude?
Grumbling, he pulled out a book from some hidden drawer and grudgingly handed it to me. I flipped through it (at least, as well as my well-manicured nails would let me) and was surprised to find that nearly all the numbers were a perfect match.
I squealed in delight. "Why, Marty! You've kept the numbers for, wike, almost ten days and you didn't twy to cheat me? You've become, wike, a lesser weasel!"
Marty shuffled some more papers. "Yeah, yeah, not so loud. I got a rep to uphold, ya know? Anyway, the far column shows your forty percent cut."
I looked at the column. Lots of large numbers. But the problem was those numbers represented a lot of what the old me was doing wrong. I sighed again. This was going to hurt...but...
"Why don't we, wike, cut that down to, let's say, twenty percent." I said.
There was a moment of incredulous silence. Then Marty said, "Shannon? You do know that twenty is less than forty, right...?"
I giggled. "Yes, I know that, silly!"
"Tyger didn't make you goofy, did she?"
"No!"
He looked at me with something- respect?- in his eyes, then nodded. "Alright, twenty, then. And Diane has kinda sorta helped a little...I suppose I should give her five percent of the..."
"You mean ten percent, wight?" I said.
Marty grumbled and shifted uncomfortably- getting him in the wallet always had that effect on him- but he finally nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I meant ten percent."
Diane finally spoke. "Thank you, Marty."
I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out as I felt a fluid wave flow through my brain. I didn't worry about it, however, as I suddenly realized a very hot song was playing on the radio behind Marty's desk.
"Oh! Awesome! Turn that up!" I squealed. I jumped out of my chair, put my arms over my head and began to wriggle my hips as the words to "Touch Myself" filled the room. I did a half spin, then strutted across the office. I turned so my back was facing my audience, then slipped off my halter-top and tossed it to an open-jawed Marty. My firm heavy boobs jiggled as I shook my ass to the beat. I spun and made a show of sliding my thong over my hips and down my thighs. I twirled my panties on a fingertip for a moment before tossing them to a stunned Diane. I cross-stepped until I was standing in front of Diane, then turned around and gave my own ass a slap on my "Bimbo" tattoo. I bent over slowly until I was looking at Diane from between my knees, my skirt riding high on my bare bottom. I stood and gave a twirl so my skirt wind-milled above my waist, then high kicked and dropped into a split. I spun out of the split, arched my back, kicked again and then got to my feet.
I slipped off my skirt and kicked it into the corner. Now naked, I strutted over to Diane and straddled her lap, facing her. I put my hands behind my head and arched my back, pressing my boobs against hers. I gazed at Diane and ran my tongue across my upper lip, my eyes half-lidded, my hips making all sorts of lewd promises for the small price of a couple dollars in my garter belt...
Suddenly I was back in the office with the radio playing. I got off Diane's lap with a red-faced apology and quickly gathered my clothes.
Time bomb,