Tournament of Darkness: Stage Presence

   The sign on the door reads [Violet], the scene inside might as well read Orgy. It is a simple enough dressing room, just a place for the stars of the show to prepare themselves in private away from the other contestants; the very idea of a locker room here is ludicrous. Inside there is a couch by the right hand wall and a chair on the other side of the mirror by the lockers on the left hand wall. A headless woman is sitting on the couch, a metal choker with a red diamond shaped jewel with a black cat’s eye pupil where her neck should be. She is wearing what could amount to being called Medieval styled S&M gear. Leather straps over her C-cup breasts, gauntlets yet no sleeves, a golden belt across her waist inlaid with blue and green gems that looks to serve no purpose. She is wearing heeled armored boots with no pants. Around her hips is a simple leather straps bikini bottom, except there is nothing covering her pussy, that is except for the eager mouth of a young blond female groupie. The headless body sits there knees apart, hands on her knees making the young lady do all the work as she eagerly licks, teases, and bites gently at the folds of her idol’s pussy trying to get a rise out of her. The body may not show it but the dripping pussy does.

 

  Across the room another groupie, a red head, is moaning like there is no tomorrow as her hands hold onto a head with long pink hair that is nestled between her legs. This is Violet the Dullahan’s head. Her centuries of practice making her a master at cununnulis, knowing where to lick, where to bite, and where to jab her tongue for the optimum effects; using her hair like tentacles to move her head about by wrapping it around the girl’s thighs. Her groupies are still amateurs and didn’t expect that their idol would actually take two Sprites back to her dressing room for a quick orgy right before the show.

 

   As Violet’s body begins to shake revealing to the groupie she has finnaly found the sweet spot after insert two fingers and hooking them slightly there comes a knock at the door making the groupies freeze up. The one at the chair is instantly brought back as Violet bites onto her labia making the girl hold the disembodied head closer for deeper penetration as Violet takes the clit wholly in her mouth and sucks as she flicks it with her tongue and gently drags her teeth over the surrounding area.

 

 

   Another knock at the door and a voice, “Violet? Violet are you in there?”

 

  Violet’s cum soaked face leans back and practically shouts into the groupie’s pussy, “Give me a damned minute Toshi, I’m busy?”

 

   “What can you possibly be busy with?” asks the voice as the door opens.

 

  The two Sprites suddenly vanish in sparkles, and appear again as six inch tall women with insect wings flying near the ceiling shrieking. The thing at the door is standing on a step stool so it could reach the handle, and looks like a semi-teardrop blob of fat with tiny fetus like arms and legs. It body is like one big lumpy face, except its wearing a monocle and a tiny top hat.

 

   “Damn it Toshi,” says Violet, “now I’m going to be blue balled, blue pussyed or whatever during the fight.”

 

   “Sorry ma’am,” says Toshi, “but the fight starts in…” he stops talking as he notices what she is wearing.

 

  Violet gets up, a violet flame shoots over her crotch forming a very basic triangular metal plate that would look more like panties from a distance than anything even half resembling armor. She gestures at her head and it floats over while her neck hole emits violet flames. She grabs her head and places it over the chocker, where it floats as violet flames issuing between neck and body.

 

  She looks up and says to the two small pixies hiding at the edge of the mirror, “We’ll continue your lessons after I win this fight.”

 

  The two pixie girls giggle and turn to normal size, but keep their distance from Toshi, their expressions showing their disgust at his appearance.

 

  “What have I told you before,” says Violet, “you scare away the pussy,”

 

  “Sorry Ma’am,” he says as they leave the dressing room, “wait…are you going to fight in…that?”

 

  Violet looks at her body, “why not? It’s not like it matters what shape my armor takes…”

 

  “Still,” says Toshi walking on the floor, his body flushing red as he watches her bare ass bouncing with only a leather thong between the cheeks and her breasts free to the air save for the nipples and what little else those criss-crossing straps cover. She is practically naked.

 

    ******

 

   It may be below ground, but the place is huge for a facility hidden from the eyes of most humans, few in the city above aware this place even exists. A large crowd of a very diverse group of inhuman beings are gathered around a caged arena whose gates open to paths on opposite sides, befitting an A class wrestling ring.

 

   “Ladies and Gentlemen, and everything inbetween and beyond,” says the announcer over the intercom, “tonight we have a special fight, the battle of the emerald isles.”

 

  The spot lights shoot at the opposing doors.

 

  “Two types of faerie folk not normally seen in the arena, on one side, you know her, you love her or you hate her, our resident Dullahan champion…Violet!”

 

  Violet emerges from the doorway in her skimpy attire, her head under her arm. She holds her head up and violet flames cover her body. Her armor changes, chain mail is now present over her arms and legs up to her knees where a brown skintight cloth takes over. Her waits still only protected by the silver codpiece and thong, only now with chains connected to a chainmail shirt over which there is plated armor down her spin and over her abdomen but not her sides. Her gold belt is now connected as two pieces around her sides on her waist. Her breasts are now properly covered, although still revealing her cleavage by a two piece breastplate. She even has shoulder pads, and her gauntlets now have claws. Strapped her waist is a sword that looks to be made of a human spine dipped in steel with a metal shark’s tooth for a tip.

 

   “and tonight’s challenger,” says the announcer, “Slamrock of the Western Irish Leprechauns!”

 

  A man emerges from the other side, if not for being told he was a leprechaun one might mistake this man for a Dwarf. He has the three brimmed hat, long pipe, gold buckle shoes, and red curly hair of a Leprechaun, however he is wearing green overhauls with no shirt and is built like a barrel.

 

  As the two contestants enter the cage, the announcer yells out, “This isn’t just an Emerald Isle’s grudge match folks! I just learned myself that these two contestants are both participants in the Tournament of Darkness!”

 

  The crowd erupts in roars, many shouting for Violet to win, some for Slamrock.

 

  “That’s right folks both faerie and not, take a good look because one of both of these fighters could be the next ruler of all of us!”

 

  Violet’s sword snakes out like a living thing as Slamrock huffs flames from his pipe; and they are off, green, violet, and red flames collide to the roars of the crowd.