[Meepo]

With cerindclvr's permission, I, Meepo the Kobold, have written a contribution to the Enferia Chronicles! It's a side-story involving none of the characters from the original Chronicles (well, except the Queen), but using the same setting and premise. I hope y'all will enjoy it, and cerindclvr - thanks again for letting me use your awesome setting!

The Enferia Chronicles: Vesper vs. Glorinda

“So this is the famous Grand Arena of Enferia,” said Vesper to her cell-mate, glancing out through the bars. “It seems like it lives up to the tales.”

“No kidding!” responded the other, a short, dirty street urchin. “I haven't been thrown out there, yet, but once I am... oh, it'll be terrible. I wish I hadn't been born with magical abilities.”

“Hmph. Regret will do you no good, girl. Do I regret being caught by the Queen's soldiers? Yes. Do I regret becoming an outlaw, stealing from the poor to give to the rich? No. If this is the price I must pay for my deeds... it will be worth it.”

“Easy for you to say.”

Vesper turned around. She was a well-built woman of average height, with long black hair and a scarf tied around her forehead. Her dark complexion suggested something foreign or exotic, but she spoke without an accent and seemed accustomed to the climate, wearing low-cut black trousers and a black vest which left her arms and some of her stomach bare.

“What's that supposed to mean, girl?”

“I mean... you're pretty. Your breasts aren't big, maybe, but at least they're average-sized. You have long, pretty legs, and shapely hips... and you seem to be very fit and in shape”, she concluded, eying Vesper's trim stomach. “I'm just a skinny little thing...”

“Do you think, because I'm pretty, I would feel less shame? Hmph. Ignorant girl.”

Vesper ignored her, turning to watch the fight once more. It had only just begun, but it was already clear who would be the winner: On one side of the arena was some clumsy rogue, dressed in a tied-up blouse and skirt. On the other side stood a tall, regal woman in an icy blue dress, her hip-length hair as white as snow: Morwena, the Albino Arcanist, the Mistress of the Unseen Hand. Vesper knew of her legend: She ruled a little duchy at the borders of Enferia, from which she sent forth raiders into neighboring kingdoms. It was because she had done so without the Queen's consent, that she had been forced into the arena. Not that it bothered her. She had never lost.

Presently the battle began. The rogue drew her sword, charging across the battlefield with a fierce battle-cry! Her opponent stood firm with her arms crossed, neither raising her hand nor opening her mouth. The spellsword kept running, adrenaline no doubt pumping through her entire body, and then – without warning – she came crashing to the ground! She had tripped on her own panties: They were caught around her ankles, and Morwena hadn't moved a muscle!

As if they had a life of their own, the underpants twisted around her ankles and begun dragging their owner through the sand. Vesper squinted carefully: Morwena seemed to be directing them with her eyes alone, for now she cast a glance skyward, and the panties shot off upwards! Morwena's victim was thrown skyward, hanging upside-down by her ankles, and already she was protesting loudly: “Help! Help! I surrender! I surrender!”

Alas, it was in vain. Morwena now, for the first time, moved her hand a little – a fleeting gesture, and the woman's skirt was torn off. Her sex came into full view, as did her bottom, and Morwena made another distracted gesture, causing the woman to spin so that everyone in the audience could get a view of both. She was a natural brunette, as evidenced by her thick covering of dark pubic hair, and her derrière consisted of firm, toned buttocks, clearly belonging to a well-trained athlete. All the muscle in the world could not save her now, though, as her twisted panties spun her around in the air. Another flick of Morwena's wrist, and the opponents' blouse was torn off as well, revealing a pair of small, firm breasts. The view-sphere of the arena zoomed in on them immediately.

“Morwena, the Mistress of the Unseen Hand, is the winner!” declared the announcer, “Ladies and gentlemen, this must be the shortest battle we have ever seen in the Arena! A big hand for Morwena!”

As the audience clapped and roared, the sorceress merely yawned, and made a distracted tossing motion with her hand. Abruptly, the captured girl spun out of the air, flying out of the arena and in toward the bleachers.

“Naked girl incoming!” shouted the announcer excitedly, “Would the gentlemen on row three make sure to catch her?”

He didn't have to ask: The woman landed in an ocean of grasping, catching hands, and she was soon engulfed by curious, excited people of both sexes. Vesper could vaguely hear her shout for help.

“Oh gods!” sputtered the little urchin, “And you're up next! Will you have to face that monstrous woman, too?”

“No. Not right away, at least. I have been scheduled to fight somebody named Glorinda.”

“Oh! Glorinda! She is Morwena's sworn enemy.”

“She is?” Vesper looked in surprise at the little blond girl, “How do you know this?”

“Morwena's raiders captured her. She's the princess of a neighboring kingdom, and the sorceress presented her as a gift to the Queen. Until her people pay the ransom, she'll be stuck here – but I hear it's said, that she has sworn revenge on the woman what caught her, and that she's participating eagerly so that she can get a stab at it.”

“Interesting. Is she powerful? What sort of magic does she use?”

“I have no idea.”

“Hmph. Well, thanks anyway.”

Abruptly, the bars in front of her lifted. Vesper took a few surprised steps backwards, and then steeled herself, prepared to enter the arena.

“Well, kid. Wish me luck.”

“I will. Oh, and one more thing! I heard Glorinda is only allowed to wear one item! I know that much!” the girl shouted after her. “Maybe that will help!”

Vesper stepped out on the yellow sands, feeling the hot sunlight as an abrupt contrast to the cold in the stone corridor. She moved her hands over the knives in her belt, just a routine to check that they were there: If all went well, she wouldn't have to use them. The roar of the audience was in her ears, and the sunlight stung her eyes, but she felt prepared. She was unaccustomed to the traditions of gladiators, and did not gesture or do any displays of strength – she merely walked, quite coolly, out into the center of the arena.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's time to move on! Morwena truly won a spectacular victory, but feast your eyes upon this combatant: The fearsome outlaw who has eluded Enferia's justice for so long, the villainess who dares steal even from Queen Syndra's noble vassals: Vesper, the Cat of Shadows! Tonight, her crimes have been exposed... and before long, the rest of her will be!”

Vesper spat. “Cat of Shadows, huh? What a stupid nickname...”

“But the combatant in the other corner is perhaps even more spectacular: Caught by our own Morwena, brought to the stadium courtesy of Queen Syndra herself, is a prisoner whose crimes are of a national scale! Punished for her peoples' unwillingness to bow before Enferia, I bring you... Princess Glorinda of Modesta!”

The bars on the other side of the arena were raised, and out stepped a woman dressed in such a mocking outfit, that Vesper almost blushed. Oh, it was quite modest – more modest than most outfits she had seen, in fact – but despite this, it drew raucous laughter from the crowd.

Princess Glorinda was dressed in a pink princess dress, such that might be seen on little girls among noble folk. The hem was white lace, brushing in the sand so that it was already turning yellow; the sleeves were long and slim, with white lace around the wrists, and similar lace also decorated the cleavage, which was rather high and conservative. In fact, only the princesses' face, hands and neck were bare. She was a beautiful woman, with ruby-red lips and eyes as blue as sapphires: Her long blond hair fell in ringlets about her doll-like face, and atop her head sat a little diamond tiara, sparkling in the bright noonday sun.

If not for the situation, she would have seemed some teenage daughter of a nobleman, ready for a ball. Here in the dust and stone of the arena, though, she looked only like a victim. Vesper reflected on what her cell-mate had said: It must be that the Princess was completely nude beneath that flimsy garment, and she pitied her for her predicament.

“As always,” shouted the announcer, “The first one naked, loses!”

A gong rang out. Vesper glanced around the arena – it was almost empty but for the yellow sand, but here and there were logs and stones, to make the environment of the fight somewhat more interesting. She darted for a large boulder, hurrying to get in a favorable position.

“I'm sorry,” spoke the Princess loudly, as she advanced across the battlefield, “I cannot allow you to defeat me. I really don't want to hurt you, but I have to win this battle.”

“I hear you.” replied Vesper, taking cover behind a rock, “I don't have anything against you either, but rules are rules. Bring it on.”

An abrupt explosion rang out, and the stone Vesper was huddling behind vanished in a shower of smoke and pebbles. Stunned, she threw herself to the side, rolling away from the sudden explosive force – what kind of power did this strange princess possess? Looking up, she saw the pink-clad woman holding aloft a hand, in which she held a strange, black sphere.

“You hope to fight Morwena, I heard?” shouted Vesper, trying to win time while she darted for another stone. Before she could reach it, the princess gestured towards it with her open palm: The black sphere flew through the air, and the target vanished with a loud bang.

“You're right. I have to fight her. Not because I lust for revenge, but because-” She interrupted herself to blow a log sky high, “-because my people need it.”

The thief looked around desperately – everything nearby that she might take cover behind to work her magic had disappeared. She looked towards the princess. It wasn't her style, but she was going to have to charge straight at her.

“Sorry, Glorinda, but I'm not so keen on getting naked, even if it's for a good cause.”

She threw herself forwards, barreling into the pink-clad woman with full force – or so she thought. Just as she was about to strike her, the other made a gesture with her open palm, and she was struck by the full force of an explosion.

Vesper was launched into the air, flying in a wide arc to come crashing down in the sand. If it hadn't been for the arena's magical protections, it would probably have hurt like hell – even with them, the impact left her quite dazed and confused. She tried to figure out which part of her was supposed to do the standing up bit, and for that matter, which direction was “up”, as Glorinda advanced on her.

“It can't be helped,” spoke the princess, “I have already hit your vest. I promise I won't do anything bad to you if you give up.”

Shaking her head to try to wake herself up, Vesper rolled to the side and got to her feet, running away just before another explosion rang. She blinked a little, and looked up – to see a pretty shocking sight.

Displayed on the view-sphere, high above their heads, was a perfectly clear image of her naked breasts, bouncing merrily with every step she took! They were medium-sized, as the girl had remarked, but supple and sun-kissed like the rest of her body. The audience oohed and aahed loudly, and Vesper irritatedly pulled at her vest as she sprinted: She was still wearing it, but the force of the blast had blown away all the buttons.

“Oh, she's covering up! Poor style, Vesper! We'd be docking points from you if we could!” came the announcers' voice. “Give us another good look, won't you? Well, for those of you that missed it: Her nipples are small and pink, perfectly shaped, and I think a little bit erect, maybe from all the excitement! Oh, they were beautiful. Let's hope we get to see some more of them!”

The thief blushed now: It was one thing to have been partially stripped, but another thing entirely to hear the announcer praise her intimate details, so loud that no doubt even people outside the stadium could hear him. She tried to pull herself together – she just needed a moments' concentration...

It was hard to find, however. The princess walked calmly around the battlefield, throwing spell after spell in her direction, and it was only narrowly that she could dodge them. Every time she sought shelter or cover, there was another blast.

“This isn't working.” she told herself, and spat. “Hmph. Guess I'll have to come up with something.”

She ran out towards Glorinda again, but this time zig-zagging. If she could just get near enough and avoid the explosion, perhaps that would work...

The first explosion missed, as did the second. Yet, when Vesper was so close that she could almost touch her opponent, the other pulled a new ace from her sleeve. She moved her hand in a wide arc, and with a sudden shimmer, a great metal rod manifested in her hand. It connected with the surprised Vesper, who was once more knocked aside, flying through the air to land squarely on her face. Her vest flew open again, and her bare breasts hit the sand.

Before she could get up, something landed on her back. It wasn't the princess, nor another magical bomb: It seemed to be some kind of small creature. Only now did Vesper realize, what magic her opponent was using. She was a summoner! She hadn't been causing the explosions directly, she had been summoning magical bombs!

Vesper struggled to get to her feet, but the peculiar creature was still on her back. She managed to get up to a kneeling position, but then her attacker grabbed hold of her arms, forcing them backwards. Her breasts were even more plainly displayed now, as her back arched so that her nipples nearly pointed skyward: As the announcer had said, they were small, pink, and erect, making a beautiful contrast to her dark skin. She blushed with shame and rage, and tried to fight her assailant, throwing herself from side to side so that those beautiful bosoms danced in the sunlight.

“Now that's what I'm talking about! Look at that, folks! Those sure are a sight! Hey Vesper, why don't you bounce 'em a little up and down, too, not just side to side?”

There was a loud ripping sound, and Vesper tore herself free. She realized too late, that the enemy had held her vest and not her arms – she had broken away from the monster, but unfortunately, also from the garment. Her brown breasts jiggled and jumped like two delicious desserts crowned with cherries, as she leaped to her feet.

In a puff, the little creature vanished. She didn't have time to see what it was, but she didn't care. Instead, she started running once more, holding her breasts with one arm. It was more to keep them steady than to cover them up, something which the announcer cheerfully commented on:

“Hey Vesper, we can still see one of your nipples! Might as well uncover the other one, I mean they look just the same! Right, folks?”

Vesper's mind was racing. Right now she was only wearing her boots, her low black trousers, and the scarf around her head. Swearing at the distraction of her bouncing breasts, and blushing at the announcers' comments, she tore the scarf away and let her beautiful, black hair trail freely behind her: She tried, hurriedly, to bind it around her chest instead.

“Don't!” shouted Glorinda. “The crowd will hate you for it!”

“Hmph. They can hate me as much as they want, as long as I win.”

Glorinda made another gesture with her hand, and a white dart burst out of the ground, flying into her hand. Closing one eye, she took careful aim and threw it towards Vesper. It hit true: The scarf was sn*tched from her and flew across the arena, disappearing into the sand.

“It's for your own good!” shouted Glorinda.

Vesper looked around in desperation. She needed to finish this, and fast! If she could just get close to her opponent...

Just then, a thought struck her. It would be very risky, but it probably was her best shot. She turned towards the princess, drawing out her daggers.

“For my own good, huh? Hmph. Bring it on.”

She was quite aware of the view-sphere, zooming in on her breasts, and she dimly heard the announcer crack another joke about them, but she tried to ignore it. If the princess was purely a summoner, she would have to rely on whatever she could conjure...

Glorinda approached, but didn't cast any spells. Vesper blinked – what was this trick? Then, she felt something tug at the back of her pants.

The little creature was back! Maybe Glorinda had summoned it again, or maybe it had never actually vanished – whatever the case, she could feel a pair of little hands hanging from the back of her trousers. She jumped forwards, trying to shake it off, and swished her knives behind her, but she couldn't reach it. The creature was hanging from the hem, pulling with its entire weight, and the trick was working: Little by little, Vespers' butt came into view on the great sphere.

Then there was a sudden tearing noise. The fabric ripped violently, and the critter hit the ground with a crash, vanishing once more. Her right hand dropped the knife and shot to the trousers, holding them up in the front – for in their current state, they wouldn't stay up on their own.

“And now we get to see some butt, as well!” shouted the announcer gleefully. “Look at those firm buttocks, and those thighs! Being an outlaw must mean you get a lot of work-out, huh?”

Vesper was quaking with shame and anger, but Glorinda was getting closer, almost within range... almost.

“It's over, Vesper. You're practically only dressed in tatters. I have no doubt you fight well, but this just wasn't your day. I'm sorry.”

“Hmph. My pussy's still covered, isn't it?”

Glorinda blushed just at hearing the word. “True, but it won't be for long. I'll finish this with my own hands...”

Just then, Vesper reached out – she was close enough, and her position was just right! She looked down to the side, and saw that she had been successful: Her shadow was touching Glorinda's shadow.

“You haven't seen my magic yet, Glorinda. You're about to.”

Abruptly, the skirt of Glorinda's dress flared up! It billowed so high it covered her face, and caused her to stumble backwards. The audience gasped, and the view-sphere zoomed in between the princesses' legs, revealing a beautiful, naturally blond vulva. The hair was well-trimmed and short, a little yellow triangle nested safely between round, shapely thighs. Glorinda fought, trying to push the skirt downwards, but it was no use.

“The Cat of Shadows is a silly nickname, but there's some truth to it. I'm a tenebromancer. I wasn't hiding behind the rocks because I was afraid, I was trying to manipulate their shadows. Then when that failed, I tried with yours, but I couldn't get close enough.”

The view-sphere took a break from studying Glorindas womanhood, and the image spun to look at the shadows on the ground: Vesper's shadow was acting independently of her, lifting the skirts of Glorindas' shadow!

“Well, my word!” shouted the announcer. “This is unexpected! Glorinda's sex has been exposed – but can Vesper follow through? Her opponent needs to be completely naked if she's going to have any hopes of winning!”

“Hmph. Watch me work.” Vesper muttered in response. Her eyes scanned the battlefield, and she spotted a nearby rock. Cautiously holding her trousers up, she sidled towards it with small steps, making sure not to reveal any more of her secrets. She seemed to be safe, though – the view-sphere was focusing on Glorinda, and Glorinda was fighting with her skirts. She had nearly succeeded pressing them down again, but now Vesper could reach the rock. The bandit mumbled some complicated incantations, and the shadow of the boulder came to life. Just then, however, there was an explosion!

Vesper landed on the ground again, as dazed and puzzled as she had been after her first flying trip. Had she lost? Was it over? She blinked, trying to scramble to her feet, and noticed that her hand was still between her legs. She almost moved it – stopping herself just in time!

Her trousers had been blown to pieces, but luckily there was still a large swath left, and the way she was holding her hand, it still covered her privates. Just as lucky, the explosion had targeted her, and the rock remained intact!

As Vespers' ears stopped ringing, she could hear the announcers voice.

“Is it over? Did the princess win with that last bomb? No!”

The view-sphere showed an image of the sitting Vesper, holding the swath of cloth. “There's not much left, though! If Vesper so much as relaxes her grip, she's lost! But Glorinda is still in trouble – how will this end?”

Vesper gestured with her free hand. “It will end in my victory,” she mumbled.

The shadow of the boulder tore itself loose, rolling across the sandy ground unnaturally, like some great black jellyfish. Then it sped up, and before long, it crashed down on Glorinda's shadow!

The princess was knocked to the ground, held paralyzed as if some great weight lay atop her – which there was, however unseen to anyone not familiar with shadow-magic. Her skirt was still folded up above her, so that her thighs and her womanhood alike were fully visible, and however she struggled, she could not move her arms to cover herself. Carefully, Vesper got to her feet.

Cupping her groin carefully with the hand holding what remained of her trousers, she made her way over to the fallen princess. She reached out with her left hand to pick up a knife.

“I'm sorry, princess. You're a good fighter, but my pussy ain't none of these peoples' business, and I intend for things to stay that way.”

“You- you must defeat- Morwena.” sputtered Glorinda.

“Yeah, I know. She's gonna try harder than you.”

“No! You don't understand. The... the Queen despises her. She has vowed, that Morwena can only keep her duchy on the condition that she wins the tournament. If she loses... she'll be stripped of her title as well as her clothes. And then... then my people... will be safe...”

“Hmph. I'll keep that in mind.”

Vesper leaned down, and the sphere immediately zoomed in on her buttocks, trying to catch a glimpse of something more – but the viewers would have to be satisfied with a magnified image of her ass, for she kept the swath of cloth squeezed between her thighs. Bringing the knife to Glorinda's breast, she slashed the dress open with one swift cut, and pulled it apart. Just as she had suspected, the princess was completely naked underneath.

Her breasts were the same milky white as her face and hands, the flawless skin of a pampered noble-woman. They were bigger than Vespers, though not by much, heaving as Glorinda struggled to breathe against the weight of the stone. The invisible weight caused them to smush together, although the red nipples stood up proudly: In contrast to the white skin, they had the same blushing color as was spreading across Glorindas' cheeks.

The defeated princess shut her eyes, and wept a single tear of shame, traveling down her perfect cheek – for above her, the view-sphere was displaying every little feature of her naked body, and there was nothing she could do to cover herself. It traveled from her blond hair down to her ankles, and then back up again, displaying every feature of her body to the hungry, lustful audience.

“Take a look at that, folks! What a twist! The Cat of Shadows is the victor, and Princess Glorinda has been defeated! Well, I think we're all happy about the outcome – just look at those thighs! Aren't they magnificent? And look at those tits, so round and juicy... don't you just want to give 'em a squeeze?”

Someone nudged the announcer hard in the ribs.

“Right. Um. Vesper is the winner!” he shouted out. “In case anyone missed that. It's up to her what becomes of the loser, and- hey, where did she go? Did she leave?”

The view-sphere scanned the arena, but there wasn't a trace of the victor.

“Oh. Well then! It's time for a word from our sponsors, good folk! We'll move the princess before the next battle. Until then, eat your heart out!”