Just something I wrote up for the Patreon recently ( patreon.com/sandcastles )
Had the idea for a tournament of heroines, which became intergalactic, and then became kind of both. It turns out tournaments are long so part two should be coming... later
"Welcome, fans and witnesses of the Other Realms! I am your endless and beloved Hostess, here to welcome you to another episode of battle of the universes! This time unit, we look at the cozy little universe we call B-185. It's home to a number of sentient creatures, primarily ones evolved from primates, and lucky us, a home of many sexy and powerful figures we've come to love called 'superheroines.' Now, we've kept up our usual rules: only those who would be willing to participate have been summoned, as screened through a multiple-timeline foresight scanning process. No more than one champion will be summoned from each planet, moon or space station. There will be no weapons, but just to be safe, a temporal immortality is in effect so long as they are here with us in Battlerealm." The cosmic being adjusted her bright purple cocktail dress around her divinely impressive figure, optimally built to satisfy as many viewers across as many dimensions as possible. Her skin was a radiant blue, looking as if her soft flesh were made of infinitely interlocked starlight and diamonds. Two big oddly detailed sphere made up her eyes and a flicker of light that rapidly changed shape and only appeared when she spoke acted as her mouth. "So let's go to my doppelgangers to introduce our fighters!"
With the whole of Battlerealm at her whim, the view screens and a bit of reality shifted to the first candidate for the tournament of Universe B-185. She was a woman with deeply-tanned skin, dark brown hair that ran around her shoulders, and a shiny silver spandex outfit with occasional blue lights running through it.
"I am Slipstream, of the Corona Station," she explained to another Hostess standing with a microphone just within view of the camera. Slipstream spoke with a rather loose Spanish accent, having been off of Earth for a long while. "I am a member of the time police in my universe, and my powers include personal, short-term time manipulation."
It swept by again to a 9-foot tall woman with four muscular arms, four dense legs like a centaur, slick coal black skin, and threen horns growing from her similarly dark hair (in front and to the sides). "I am Ijex, known as The Titaness to my people of Guran. I am a master of many fighting styles and weapons, as well as my strength. ...I also understand that not many species have so many arms or horns."
The screen/reality cut again to a red-skinned woman, built so thin and delicate that she almost resembled an insect. Her face and head were similarly tall and narrow, ending in two gently floating pigtails of a dark blue. "I am Nelvek, queen of the Meynks of Mynk-Four. I understand that my enemies have called me Mindbreaker. For some reason," she added in her formal tone before flashing a cute grin. "Though it may have something to do with my telepathy."
Another human appeared next, this time caucasian with rather short red hair and a solid build on her otherwise feminine body. She wore a simple jersey and workout pants. "I'm Christina Elwin, or Midnight as my people call me. I'm from Earth, where I work as a martial artist and vigilante. I... normally have more armor and gadgets than this, but I was told that's against the rules."
A rather doughy woman smiled at the camera, a deep and rippling blue figure that jiggled all over. It wasn't only at her huge chest or wiggling hips, but her very face and hair bounced like jelly. "I am Vaziid of Aquaria. I am a demigoddess of my people, and wield the power of water, which makes up the majority of my body, and I plan to use that against anyone in my way!" she chimed cheerily.
The next was only about 3 feet tall, though curvy around her hips and chest. She had bubblegum pink hair with a pair of short, thick antenna sticking out over her pointed ears. She had pale skin, otherwise passable as a human child if you squinted from far enough away. It helped that she was sucking on what a lollipop stuck in the side of her mouth. "Dorrin, sometimes the outsiders call me Fey. I come from from Jupiter, where we don't take no bullsh**. So anybody in my way, you're goin' down! Our whole planet's a giant ball of poison gas and super gravity. So THAT'S why I'm short, you f***ing pervs! I'm 45 years old, you f***in' creeps! And that's in Jupiter years! We're hardcore, ***her fucker!"
"Woops! Don't mind us! Technical difficulties" Hostess giggled nearby. "Little firecracker, that one!"
A human-looking woman wearing nothing but a mass of furs crudely slung together over her shoulders and head started to gesture at the camera rapidly while making delicate whistling sounds. Hostess' voiceover came automatically, even to those who were in the room. "Hi, I'm Frost Tooth from Neptune." The pale humanoid looked up with confusion after hearing the voice, then went on. Her movement showed that her skin had many small black splotches akin to a dalmation, but it was unclear if that was her natural skin or some kind of burn or scarring. "I was left behind and survived with the ice people of Neptune, learning their ways in hunting and survival. I shall make this arena my territory and ward off all intruders."
The last cutaway went to a humanoid shape with a passing resemblance to Hostess. She was a dull purple color, resembling a lump of clay shaped into a woman without bothering with the details beyond obvious hips and tits. When she was on screen, the material peeled back and revealed a reptilian woman of similar build, grinning a fanged mouth. "Hi, everyone! It's me, Fade from Mars 2! I look forward to fighting for you all and becoming your beloved champion of champions!" As she spoke cheerily, her purple mush flowed over her skin again, and this time peeled back to show a more muscular, rocky-skinned woman with a thick jaw. "Naturally, I'm a shapeshifter, and I'll be sure to give you all a show in all the ways you can kick a girl's butt!"
"What a lovely bunch we have this year!" Hostess giggled back in her booth. "Well let's go to the arena where I'll be announcing the first lineup of the tournament!"
Fade vs Midnight
Frost Tooth vs Slipstream
Vaziid vs Titaness
Mindbreaker vs Fey
The elaborate arena was a lot of flash with its various signs, lights and the massive stands, but its actual arena was rather practical. It was a large stone platform in the center that took up about 100 yards in either direction. Fighters weren't penalized for leaving the platform beyond losing high ground, only losing by being knocked out or surrendering.
"First up we have one of our more... let's call them 'flexible' fighters. The shapeshifting Fade vs the Earth vigilante Midnight!"
Fade entered the arena as a long-limbed green woman, her legs almost like short stilts. She blew kisses to the crowd while Midnight ran a hand through her sheared short hair and took up a serious fighting stance. "Okay, girls! Let's start the show!" Hostess declared as she manifested into the ring wearing a referee shirt.
Midnight charged forward, but Fade wasn't quite foolish enough to let working the crowd come before the fight. She swept her extended leg at Midnight, but she ducked under it and pulled on the lengthy limb. Fade yelped as she tripped onto her ass and Midnight locked on an ankle-bending submission hold. Fade winced in pain, but her legs retracted as she went back into her clay-like state. Midnight went after her again and caught the shorter leg, but Fade changed again into a silvery skinned female with the lower body of just a mass of tentacles.
The slippery appendage easily slipped out of Midnight's grasp and started to wrap around her. The tentacles began squeezing and slapping all over the heroine while they grabbed onto anything they could. Midnight moaned as they seemed to favor her hips as the easiest target, especially as they wound their way inside her shorts. ?Shit! No you don?t! I?ve seen enough alien pornos to know where this is going!?
"An amazing hentai counter attack by Fade!" Hostess called through one of her bodies in the announcer's booth. "It looks like Midnight will be facing more than one foe when she throws down with this twisted combatant!"
Midnight still managed to grab a handful of tentacles in each hand, pulling them apart and stomping her foot right into the center of the appendages. By the way that Fade gasped and clutched at her would-be groin, she was right in guessing that even this alien form had its genitalia in a similar spot.
Fade's tendrils pulled back as she curled up, allowing Midnight to mount her and throw some rattling blows to the alien's face. Fade morphed back into her muddy state once again, raising a hand and blocking next punch. She molded again, this time into a copper-colored creature with craggy, rock-like skin that was now crushing Midnight's wrist. The Earthling gave a cry of pain as the heavy pressure closed around her arm, but she shifted and spiked her knee into Fade's rocky jaw. Fade was stunned, even in her armored form, so Midnight gave her a further pounding in the same spot. It left some deep scrapes on her knuckles, but Fade was pummeled enough that she released and shoved back her attacker.
Midnight flexed her wrist and fingers curiously. Definitely injured, but usable. The reshaped Fade came lunging after her, but the human darted around her and kept sending kicks at her knees. The plating had to leave open spots at the joints to allow her to move, giving Midnight something to work with. Fade kept staggering and faltering as Midnight kept moving away, luring her out into exposing said weak spots and hitting them hard.
"What's the matter? Don't have any moves of your own?" Midnight taunted as she bobbed from foot to foot.
"Dunno. Don't you?" Fade shifted once again, this time becoming an exact copy of Midnight herself. "Let's see what this body can do in the hands of an expert." The alien grinned and cupped her breasts, bouncing them playfully and getting a slight blush out of her opponent.
Fade came out with several quick swings thrown at Midnight's head and throat with her lean-muscled arms and legs. The heroine had to hurry to block them, but she fended her off with skill rather than power. Even with her injured wrist, she was better trained and more accustomed to the body than Fade. It quickly became apparent when Midnight blocked an incoming haymaker and unleashed a swift and brutal combo on her mimic: a knee to the groin followed by two punches deep into her tits, a chop to the temple that made her stagger back, and then a hard, straight kick in between the breasts to her sternum. The copycat landed in a heap on the arena floor, dazed and wheezing before Midnight stalked over and stomped down on her ribs. Fade gave a short gasp before she laid limp, leaving Midnight standing on her replica's chest.
"I made it where I am by mastering the weak spots of the body," Midnight said grimly down at her. "Of course the first body I learned the weaknesses to was my own."
"Wowee! We have a winner, fans and otherworldly deities! The grim and gorgeous Midnight!" Hostess boomed happily. Midnight felt a brief sting as her bones, bruises, and even her clothes mended themselves from the strange woman's cosmic force. A floating silver platform drifted down beside her, and she stepped in just to be whisked away.
"Now we all like our bipeds," Hostess went on, flashing a wink like a dying star on her cosmos of a body. "I'm looking at YOU, R'mxenz'z... teehee! But they say variety's the spice of life! So let's bring out a quadruped and a... I guess monoped? Anyway! Please welcome The Titaness of Guran and Vaziid of Aquaria!"
The eight-limbed woman stepped into the ring, her four thick hooves rough at the bottoms to provide a better grip on the arena floor. Her muscular arms all rolled and stretched in various directions, showing off deep abs and smooth, tensing black skin. Her features were thick but solid, as well as having a broad and sizeable chest beneath a bronze breastplate and a simple blanket-like garment strapped over her more beastial lower body.
Vaziid wobbled and shifted as she walked, but she was clearly not quite as malleable as Fade in controlling her form. In fact, its jiggling showed a lack of solidarity in her clear blue form, adding to her chubby and bouncy look. A long mass growing from her head resembling hair down to her hips, and the sloshing liquid of her body have her two huge breasts and a round belly acting as her center of mass. From there, it led down to a singular leg-like growth that turned into a puddle.
"A warrior who is all physical power and another who is primarily made of liquid," Hostess rambled from her booth floating above the arena. "This sounds pretty one-sided from up here, but let's go to an extension of my tangible form for expert commentary. Self?"
"Thank you, self!" chimed another of her dopplegangers, this time in a sexy business suit with a tie between her sparkling cleavage. "I do understand that despite her appearance, Vaziid DOES have a physical form. In fact, we've come to learn that many mortals are, in fact, often more than half water. They seem to love the stuff. Overall, it could go either way, depending how the two of them use their abilities. Back to me in the ring!"
"I hope you are proud. Not many outsiders get the honor of ever facing me," Titaness said simply. "You'd normally be finished by one of the beasts of the arena."
"Well then I'd hate to see what I'd do to the other guys," Vaziid said with a perky grin. The referee version of Hostess waved a hand and shouted "Go!" as she warped a few feet out of the line of fire. Vaziid's liquids bubbled and shifted as a pair of long, thick tentacles made of the same substance shot out of her back. They struck out at Titaness, but the black alien's strong arms grabbed onto them and squeezed. It splattered them in half, getting a yelp from Vaziid as she retracted what was left of them.
Titaness came barreling towards the watery warrior, but she slid quickly out of the way and narrowly escaped her grasp. She stretched out one of her arms in a geyser-like blast, but the dark alien swept a pair of her powerful arms that smacked it aside. The splashed out remains of the water was slowly making its way back towards Vaziid, but the four-legged fighter was already charging again and not leaving her the time to regroup.
Quickly running out of tricks, Vaziid took a deep breath and puffed out her chest. Where her nipples would be, she fired off a machine gun barrage of icy shards at her attacker.
"Impressive! Vaziid's started lowering her body temperature right as she releases her spray!" Hostess proclaimed with excitement. The water alien's breasts were slowly shrinking as she fired off her body mass, and Titaness had raised all four of her arms to keep the shards from her vitals. She still had a full charge going when she swung one heavy fist into Vaziid's stomach, getting a choking wet gasp from her as the fist blew right through her body.
"Oof. Looks like you were right, other Hostess! She definitely felt that one!"
Titaness skidded back around, digging her forelegs into the ground and grabbing Vaziid by her watery "hair." She lifted her up with one hand while the other two started to roughly pummel her midsection, getting more grunts and gasps from the liquid alien as more splashes of her left her central mass.
"Your kind weren't built for the arena," Titaness growled as she sent two hard punched into her watery tits. They seemed to squash flat for a moment before more liquid shot out of Viziid's back, letting them bounce back in minutely smaller shapes. "Mine were!" She flung Viziid roughly to the ground, where she momentarily splashed out into a puddle before reforming a second later. Titaness reared up on her hind legs, ready to bring the front pair down on top of her when Viziid reacted. She sprayed her whole body out towards her, forming what was essentially a floating ocean around Titaness' entire body.
"I bet even you big girls need to breathe!" Viziid's voice came out faintly distorted with no obvious mouth to be found, but it did seem that Titaness couldn't escape that easily. She could take a few slow steps through the dense liquid, but the bubble of water just followed her movement. It seemed to work a while before Titaness settled in place, spreading all four arms before smashing her fists together. The intense shockwave threw Viziid spraying out in all direction, the dark alien shaking out her wet hair and clothes. She looked around a few moments before she found a tiny Vaziid passed out on the arena floor, no bigger than a melon.
"We have a winner! Titaness advanced to the next round!" Hostess cheered while Titaness let out a triumphant bellow in her native language. Something to the affect of "The gods take my every victory."
"Well Titaness plowed right through that one... literally, sometimes. "For the next round, we pit our feisty little Fey against Nelvek the Mindbreaker!"
The pale and red-skinned aliens appeared in the arena as Titaness vanished. Fey crunched on her lollipop, glaring at her opponent while Nelvek just smiled at her.
"Let's see just how easy this is going to be," the slender red alien mused. Her neck visibly tensed as complex muscles flexed inside them. "Surrender to me now," she ordered in a layered voice that seemed to echo across the battlefield.
Fey hesitated, but just flipped her off. "I was about to ask you the same thing, toothpick." Despite all her protests earlier, Fey was wearing a skintight one piece suit with a wide, loose skirt around her big hips. "Kiss my ass and maybe I'll go easy on you."
"Then I guess you're not as peabrained as I expected," Nelvek said with a grin.
"As much as we like the trash talk, let's get it on, ladies!" Hostess called as she suddenly reappeared nearby. Fey instantly started to charge but Nelvek touched a slender finger to her temple. There was a visible ripple through the air before Fey was hurled back by the psychic blast.
"Ow! At least use visible punches, bitch!" Fey complained as she landed a ten yards off in the other direction. She started to push herself back up, but there was another visible ripple in the air before she was yanked upside down. Her skirt flashed to the audience before there came a series of smacking noises, Fey kicking and screaming as she dangled by one leg and suffered the psychic spanking on her round ass.
"Act like a brat, get treated like a brat," Nelvek purred as she strode closer. Fey was dropped on her face just outside the arena, hurrying back up to fix her underwear and top.
"Oh, you are in for it now, bighead!" Rather than charging, she grabbed the arena itself and tore out a chunk the size of a car door, flinging it at the psychic queen. She touched her head again to blast the rock to rubble, catching and firing them back at Fey's location. She was surprised to see when the runty fighter leapt high into the air out of their way... and stayed there. She ran along the air as if there were some invisible path, never quite flying. The fact was that Jupiter was made almost entirely of gas, so one didn't survive there without A: being very chill with gravity, and B: being able to stand on barely-tangible surfaces. Walking on oxygen was a bit more complex, but she could handle it for short bursts.
Fey finally jumped off her gaseous perch with a fist wound up for Nelvek's face. "I'm gonna crack that egg head of yours!" she declared loudly, but the telepath threw up her hands to her head and made her jerk to a stop in the air. She was left floating there for a moment as Nelvek focused, lifting and then slamming her repeatedly into the arena floor.
Hostess' voice ran out across the pocket dimension. "Oh my! We are definitely looking at a mind vs matter match here, ladies, gents, and unpronounceable pronouns! Brains seems to be beating brawn so far, but can she keep it up?"
The unseen powers of Nelvek's mind went on probing. Rather than her mind, the force went on slapping her breasts around and squeezing the short, curvy girl's pussy. Fey thrashed and struggled, able to budge her arms and legs sluggishly but unable to make any progress. Nelvek stared back at her with an intense focus in her eyes, though she seemed to be looking past her opponent in her deep concentration. Deciding to test that theory out, Fey used her real advantage. More than her super strength and gaseous footwork, she had her big mouth.
"Hey! Whore queen! What are you staring at!? Never seen a real pair of tits before, you xenomorph fuck?! No memory of what pussy looks like in that giant brain, you big-head virgin cxnt!? I'd tell you to suck my clit, your a scrawny bod like that looks like I'd crush it with my pussy lips! Eat a space sandwich, bug dyke!"
The offensive barrage finally brought a scowl to Nelvek's face, and Fey felt her arms and legs come free, even if she was still suspended. "Now just a minute, you little runt! You are speaking to Meynk royalty, and I expect-"
"Expect this, sucker!"
Nelvek realized too late that she'd lost her psychic grip on her foe. Fey turned and planted her feet on the air above her, dive bombing straight down into Nelvek's face. The single powerful blow was more than the scrawny psychic could take, sending her crumbling to the ground. Fey tumbled across the arena floor before landing on her ass, her clothes half-hanging off her short but slutty figure when a bell rang overhead.
"Let's give it up, folks, for Fey! Our latest winner!" The slightly dizzied runt of the tournament still grinned and jumped up to her feet, pumping a fist in the air and giving some masculine grunts for the audience. Those who had the vocal chord for it did the same in return.
"Now let's see the last of our fighters in action! Wrapping up the first round, it's the ferocious Frost Tooth against the time cop Slipstream! Ah, I remember back when I was affected by time..."
Slipstream's silver and blue spandex emitted occasional dull glows as it adjusted to the state of time in this realm, but the Spanish-space heroine stood ready. Frost Tooth squatted in her side of the arena, thick and strong legs spread beneath her loincloth as she looked grimly from under her thick furs of alien wolves, wrapped around her head and body.
"I think it's time for you to lose, sister," Slipstream warned, putting her emphasis on "time."
Frost Tooth gestured a few more times. "I barely know English and your jokes are still stupid," translated the ethereal voice.
"Alright, ladies! Let's get 'em!" There came the bell as Slipstream rushed forward. She moved faster than most humans could have, but she also generated several blurry afterimages of herself. It wasn't that she was moving faster than the eye so much as a side effect of her warping time, creating flashes of her alternate selves, but it still served as a good distraction. She threw a high kick, her boot smacking across the feral woman's face. Frost staggered a step, but recovered quickly and drove a palm strike into Slipstream's chest. The human woman grunted as she staggered back from the sharp strike, her breasts jiggling in her tight outfit.
"So you're a quick one," Slipstream noted, touching one of the glowing lines on her suit. She ran her fingers over it as if caressing herself, but she suddenly vanished in a flash and appeared behind Frost. The huntress frowned, but turned just enough to block a kick from behind.
"You move like a PUNCH geljent," Frost signed out, though the punch she delivered to Slipstream's stomach interrupted her sentence. The heroine grunted as the breath was knocked out of her by the sharp-sensed and brutally efficient woman, dropping to one knee when Frost kneed her in the jaw. Slipstream was knocked completely off her feet, landing on her back as Frost Tooth pounced after her. Slipstream's eyes went wide as she accelerated time around her, zipping up to her hands and knees and scampering away at hyper speed.
"It looks like Frost Tooth has found her prey! Even with her powers, Slipstream's left on the defensive!" Hostess said from her omnitient loudspeaker. The time cop tried to ignore it as she rubbed another streak of light on her chest.
"Please stop playing with yourself. It's distracting," Frost signed out as she stalked closer. Slipstream gave another of her blurry charges, landing a couple blows to Frost Tooth's face. She grabbed a fistful of the silvery fur she wore to pull her into a knee to the gut. It all dazed the stoic huntress but she still stayed on her feet. Slipstream wound up for another punch, but Frost ducked and pulled back, sliding out of her mass of furs and leaving Slipstream holding the dead beasts. Frost didn't bat an eye at fighting in nothing but a loincloth, her scarred and black-speckled body on display as a few of the onlookers hooted and cheered. Slipstream was still processing that when Frost came back with a hard kick in between her legs.
"AHHH! FUCK!" Slipstream crossed her curvy legs. No matter how much training she had ("crotch kick day" was all the trainees' most dreaded of them all), the time travel suits still didn't have the space in them for a protective cup. Frost immediately pounced on her, pinning her to the ground as the near-naked alien started to punch face around.
"Your shiny clothes aren't very practical," Frost Tooth warned with one hand.
"Though she could use some help with the trash talk," Hostess muttered.
The arctic alien flexed her strong fingers like a set of claws. Slipstream's body blurred and shuddered, but accelerating time didn't make her break out of the hold any better. Frost slammed her hand into the human's crotch and squeezed with a vicious crotch claw.
"Ooh! Looks like Frost Tooth is getting right down to business!" Hostess announced over Slipstream's shrill screams. The time traveler thumped her boots on the arena floor to try to vent the pain, but Frost only tightened her grip. Slipstream's costume rode up into her mound, her attacker's claws digging deeper into her folds.
"That's... it..." Slipstream grunted, gritting her teeth and giving another swipe alone her silver lining. Frost suddenly felt a smack in her head, knocking the near-naked savage off of her opponent. She stood back upright, frowning as she saw Slipstream stand back up. There were also three more of her in the arena, just as tangible as the rest of her.
"It goes against a few time laws. But I'm still not sure time works like normal here, and if you wanted to fight dirty, then let's do this!" the time officer threatened. The four quickly surrounded the huntress and attacked from all sides. The pale woman blocked a surprising number of the punches and kicks, but the ganging up was unavoidable. The hits caught her in the ribs and head, soon bringing her down in the middle of the ring as the four Slipstreams stomped away at her. One grabbed the feral woman by the hair and forced her up to her feet, letting her alternate self pound her in the chest with a piercing punch.
Frost grunted and tried to curl up defensively, but the beating continued as one of them took her by the throat and throttled her. The fourth held onto her hair and beat her face like a snarling punching bag, making her skin bruise into an aqua blue shade.
Frost Tooth bared her teeth as she gave a savage roar. It didn't seem to deter her foes, but she twisted her head enough to bite into the punching Slipstream's wrist. She screamed and recoiled as Frost acted with incredible coordination and speed, having observed and ran through the scenario instinctively. She leaned back into the one holding her captive, using her weight to lean on and swing another kick into one of the Slipstreams' (the one working her jugs) snatch. Frost snapped her head forward to headbutt the one choking her, just to swing her skull right back and smack the one holding her arms behind her. With them both backing away holding their bleeding mouths, Frost grabbed the rear one's arm and hurled her into the other. All four of the slipstreams tumbled into each other, tripping over each other and crashing to the floor iin a heap. They were too busy trying to get off of each other (or at least back in the same timeline) when Frost leapt a dozen feet straight into the air and came stomping back down, the ring shaking with the heavy impact that rocked through all four Slipstreams. They fell limp in their heap, all of them vanishing but one.
"I can't believe it! Even against the odds, and with time NOT on her side, Frost Tooth wins!"
"No matter how many times you try it, I'd still win," Frost signed out grimly before her lift returned.
"Thank you for attending everyone, but we have to take a short commercial break. I don't make the rules... heck, yes I do! I'm Hostess. But just a quick word from Hostess' Harem Brother and Escort Service, Hostess Homes Real Estate, and of course, Hostess Snack Cakes, we'll be right back for more action with our sexy combatants! Don?t go away!"
