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Changing in Hell’s Arena 3

Shirou sighed as he went home, keeping his eye on his surroundings as he did. There could be someone watching him with a familiar or something. Ever since the Holy Grail War had started and he had summoned Saber, he had been forced to be more aware and think of how he interacted with people. The revelation that he had to deal with.

Once it became night, then the War would begin and he had no idea what new surprise he should expect tonight. He had already seen a few of the Servants and he had to deal with the unwelcome surprises like with Shinji being a part of the Holy Grail War. Not to mention the connection that it had with the Fuyuki Fire.

The young man looked around, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. Even at school, it had proven to be dangerous. Shinji had revealed himself to be a master, and there was the magic circle that had been set up at campus.

As he was walking, Shirou noticed taped to one of the street lights was a bright piece of paper that caught his attention. Curiosity got the better of the young man and he stepped closer to get a better look at it.

Shirou couldn’t recall ever seeing a wrestling league division named that in his life, but he didn’t follow the wrestling league. He didn’t have any major interest in what happened in the wrestling world. The only thing that he focused on for the most part being the kendo and the archery circles, and that was more because of his friends, who were part of those circles.

Shirou looked down at the flier in his hand. His first thought was to go and put it back, but he stopped. Instead, he looked at the flier again and stuffed it into his bag for safekeeping. It might not mean much at the moment, but the flier did look nice. The young man continued his walk home, picking the pace to make up for lost time. He didn’t want to lose out in case Tohsaka beat him home because he might get anther lecture from her if he did.

As he walked, his mind imagined a wrestling ring, imagining two competitors staring each other down, and then doing their best to live up to their sport. More wrestling moves came to mind as he walked and imagined them happening in a match. A grin crossed his face at how cool, those few times that he had seen them were. Not to mention those times when he had seen them fight and how awesome it was.

The moment he got home, he wondered about what he would do for the rest of the night. The first thought was that he had to go and try to relax before night came. He was sure that it would be another chaotic night,

Saber should still be asleep. The blonde girl had been focused on conserving all of the energy that she could because the connection between the two of them wasn’t as good as it should be. He hoped that they would be able to fix it and that she would be able to fight at their best. Until then they had to be careful so that no one died.

Shirou wondered what he should do now, but then the flier came to his mind. He pulled it out and looked at the address on it. He hummed as he looked at the address and realized that it wasn’t too far at the moment.

“It couldn’t hurt to look at it and see it for myself,” Shirou told himself. Besides this would give him something to do and the more he thought about it, the cooler it seemed to him. How often would some be able to see a wrestling match, even one that was for a person’s debut fight.

Shirou looked at the time and quietly got ready to leave the house. He quietly got ready, making sure that he had everything that he might need. He didn't want any of the others to go out with him. He didn't think that any of the other Masters or Servants would find him if he was fast enough. It wasn't as if he was going out past midnight. Maybe if he was fast enough then he would be able to get back home before the others were to get here. If he didn’t he was sure that he would be in for quite the lecture from the pair.

Still if something were to happen then he was sure that he would be able to call on with a Command seal. It might not be optimal, but he was sure that it wouldn’t be too bad if they could get out of it in one piece.

The young man ran across town, hoping that his time wouldn’t be wasted, or that he would run into an enemy servant. It would be a pain if he got there, and found out that it would all be for nothing. That he had

“What am I doing?” Shioru questioned. He couldn’t quite understand why he was putting his neck on the line to go see a wrestling show, but the more he thought about it, the more enticing that he thought it would be. Sure it was cool and all, but that didn’t mean that he should go out of his way when he was in the middle of a death tournament with his life on the line….Shouldn’t it?

Still the thought of going to a wrestling match and seeing a true fight wss just something that he couldn’t pass up on the more he thought about. The excitement, what he could learn, it all called to him just like helping others.

“Wrestlers are heroes to some,” Shirou muttered. He recalled hearing some students and how they went on about the matches that they had and the storylines. It might have been a performance but to some it had touched their lives so much that it had inspired others and saved their lives.

Shirou smiled. There was no way that he could afford to let this go. This was an opportunity and he wasn’t going to let it go. Fuji-nee wanted him to see more and grow as a person, and he was sure that his older sister would approve of him going out to show and expand his interests.

The redhead saw a building lit up, with lights moving around. There was a crowd of people outside, some dressed in finer clothes than others.

Shirou looked down at the address on it, making sure that he had found the right place. The last thing that he wanted to do was wander into the wrong place and find out that he had entered a place that he shouldn’t. The young man entered the building. He saw a crowd of people sitting amicably, eagerly talking about the other.

Shirou felt a little out of place considering how enthused the rest of the people seemed in comparison to him. From the way that they were acting and all, he would have thought they were going to see more than just a young woman try to become a wrestler for a league. The arena wasn’t full, and the redhead was pleased to see that there wasn’t a match going. He looked at the time on his phone again, wondering for the hundredth time if he had made it on time and he was pleased to see that he was a little earlier.

“Thank you for your patience everyone,” a woman’s voice came over the intercom. The opening match will be starting soon. Please take your seats.”

The people around him quickly funneled into the building and Shirou quickly followed the crowd, hoping that he would be able to get a good seat. The young man wondered how big the inside of the stage was and how seating would be. They entered the arena and

The young man was thankfully able to get a seat that would let him see everything that was happening on the stage near the front. The young man was surprised by the comfortness of the seats and then blinked when he saw that they even had the ability to recline. It was so high class and felt almost homey with how he could lounge in his seat.

Shirou wondered if he would be able to find a concession stand that sold snacks. If the prices were nice then he could grab a drink or something if there was an intermission. He hadn’t had anything since he got home and a snack would do him some good.

The lights dimmed down and Shirou gulped as he braced himself for what he might see. His stomach coiled in excitement and he could hear everyone else around him start muttering eagerly. He couldn’t make out the words, and it only got harder with how low rock music suddenly started to fill the room.

“For our opening act, she is the pinnacle of our wrestling league. You know her, you love. The undefeated champion, and one of the sexiest ladies alive! Introducing the current champion of the ring, Nela!” An unseen announcer cheered.

Smoke came out from the stage and a buxom white-haired woman with bright blue eyes strutted down the stage, much to the crowd's cheer. She wore the smallest and tightest pair of shorts that he had ever seen and a small flamed bikini top that did nothing at all to hide just how immense her breasts were. Her right arm was covered in a reptilian glowing demonic arm, adding more to her exotic appearance.

Shirou blushed at seeing such beautiful and sexy women. He couldn't help but watch how he moved, the way that her breast and butt bounced and how it was all exposed to the world. Her body exuberated a confidence and ease that would have drawn men to her with ease. Even he was pulled into her as if she was a goddess. His eyes were drawn to the massive set of breasts that rested on her chest, drawing his eye to them.

Nela blew kisses at the crowd and sauntered around the ring with a skip in her step. The young man flushed as his eyes were drawn to the way she rolled her hips and the prominent bounce of her bust. She had a bright warm smile on her face that told the red-haired boy, that she was having the time of her life doing so.

“Well I guess this is one way that they stay open,” Shirou commented as he struggled to focus on anything else.

Her eyes landed on him and the smile that she had brightened ever so slightly. She winked at him, and Shirou felt his face darken. He might have been focused on becoming a hero, but that didn't mean that he couldn’t see the appeal that a woman like her had. Even he was drawn to her in ways.

The young man jumped at the sight of what he could only call a monster. It crawled into the arena on all fours, chittering just like a real monster would. Shirou’s body tensed, ready to leap into the ring to help her, but then he noticed how the people were reacting. None of them were shocked or terrified. If anything, all of them looked excited. He relaxed slightly in his seat, but kept a vigil in case it proved to be too much for her.

The white-haired woman chuckled as she cracked her neck, her grin just as confident and proud as when she first appeared. She turned and got into a fighting stance, but she didn’t retreat. Her stance didn’t weaken at all.

The monster lunged at her, and with the expert ease of someone who had fought for many years, she was easily able to grab the beast's limb. She twisted her body and sent her foe flying across the stage.

Yet, Nela didn’t let it end there. She moved and picked her opponent off of the ground with expert ease. She kicked them off of the ground her opponent bounced into the rope of the arena. Nela refused to give her foe a moment to breathe and chased after them. She extended her arm and her bicep bashed into its face. The young woman pinned it against the bar and started wailing on the demon with a grin.

Her foe brought her leg up between and tried to kick her away, but Nela was able to avoid the attack without any issue.

Her foe charged, their arms raised. Instead of waiting for her opponent to get closer, the champion rushed forward and grabbed the biceps of her foe. She rolled onto back and kicked her off. The young woman quickly got up and did an elbow drop right on its chest earning a loud screech.

Shirou’s jaw dropped at the unexpected sight. He hadn’t expected her to be able to fight so well. The young man looked around and continued to admire the match and everything that he was seeing. The way that the silver-haired woman moved was nothing short of spectacular. Every move was nothing short of masterful. No matter what her foe had tried, Nela had an answer for it, and retaliated without even a slight hint of trouble.

The more he watched her wrestle, the more that he couldn’t help but see a similarity with Saber. Sure the way that the two of them fought was different from each other, but it did nothing to take away from it. Both of them moved with a grace and refinement, a certainty in their moves that he lacked. He couldn’t help but watch, wondering if he would be able to fight with the same gusto, experience, and skill that they did.

Shirou could only get further drawn in as the fight went on, the glee crowd of people getting infectious. He kept wanting to see her destroy the monster before her as if she was a hero protecting the audience from a monster. What only served to enhance it was the costume of her opponent, was how well it was made. It looked almost like he was watching a real monster fight her. No matter how hard he tried to find some sort of zipper, stitch to tell him how they could take the monster off, he just couldn’t find it.

“They went all out with the monster costumes at least,” Shirou smiled. It reminded him almost of a cartoon when he was a kid where the hero would fight against the monster. The sheer confidence and the way that they dominated the fight only further add to the intrigue and majesticness of the fight. He was half tempted to join in the match so that he could support her, but didn’t want to find out how bad that it would be if he did.

The monster ran forward and Nela grabbed the monster with her demonic appendage. In a surprising show of strength, she lifted her foe off the ground and slammed them down onto the stage. A sickening crack from the stage, made Shirou wince for a moment, but the excitement of the crowd made him relax. A large puff of smoke filled the stage as the monster laid there, seemingly defeated after everything that it had been put through.

Nela swept her hair back and shot another victorious look at the crowd who roared in approval. Even Shirou found himself joining in the excitement and letting out his own bellowing roar of approval.

When the smoke cleared there was no sign of the other wrestler and Shirou relaxed. Her opponent had to have used the smoke and used a secret stage in order to get away without anyone noticing.

“Man whoever was in the suit, sure is a tough guy,” Shirou muttered. He knew that he would have been reeling from that attack if he had been on the receiving end of it.

“Now anyone who has ever seen a match with me before knows that I was holding back, and this guy isn’t a good fight like Kiriko is. But that should be an idea of what we expect even when rookies join our team,” Nela started. “I have no doubt they will be just as able to entertain you as well as me and Kiriko, but whether they are just as sexy is entirely on you.”

As it to emphasize she struck another pose and blew a kiss to the crowd, that earned another cheer from everyone, even Shirou. Shirou’s face darkened, unable to tear his eyes off her prominent bust that looked like it would have been able to suffocate a man with ease. He had no idea who this Kiriko was, but could assume that she was another wrestler for this league.

Shirou’s eyes all but sparkled now that the fight was over. Everything about that brawl had been nothing short of amazing. The way that she moved, how she fought, all of it was so mystifying that he couldn’t help but smile. The roar of the crowd vaguely reminded him of civilians in a show who would cheer for the superhero they adored as they came out the victor against a villain.

He might be a guy, but maybe he could get in and see for himself what it was like and wrestle. There might be another division or something that he could join and then he would be able to wrestle. He was sure that his school had a wrestling club or something that he could join. It would be a start.

“Now please enjoy a brief intermission to stretch your legs in the meantime,” the same announcer voiced.

Again the crowd got up and Shirou did as well. The young man needed to stretch his legs for a moment, and couldn’t wait to see the next fight. Though now was a good time to see if he could find the concession stand and get a nice snack or drink before the fight began.

As he went through the building, Shirou smiled the whole time, recalling Nela’s clash with her opponent. He could say with honesty that coming here had been a great decision. If Tohsaka or Saber got angry with him then even then he could say that it was worth coming here for just great the show was.

He wandered through the halls trying to get it all mapped out in his head so that he knew where everything was. The young man didn’t know how long it would be and he would prefer to find a bathroom before a match was in full swing. It would suck if he had to run out on a match at a high point and scramble to find a bathroom.

“Ahh fuck,” a familar saucy voice spoke, getting Shirou’s attention.

The young man turned and walked down the direction that he went. To his surprise, he saw that it was Nela and a formally dressed woman. Both of them had frowns on their face, and the redhead could only blink at how off it looked for the Nela to have such an expression. It was such a contrast from the happy, playful, and flirty personality that showed on the stage that his heart felt like it was being crushed.

“What are we going to do?” the bespectacled woman muttered. “Who knows when she’ll get here with a flat. It could be hours.”

“I could always go on again,” Nela offered. “I’m still good for another round. We both know that this isn’t anything I’ve done before.”

“Normally that might work, but we promised that a new wrestler would show up tonight. Some might feel that they were cheated since they got to see you again, even if you are a crowd pleaser.”

“Could I help?” Shirou questioned.

The busty women turned at once to Shirou, the young man jumped at how swiftly they turned to look at him. Shirou gulped as he saw their immense busts, especially Nela’s jiggle and he immediately went hard.

Kyrie frowned and looked Shirou over. The brunette’s expression became more severe. The auburn-haired boy frowned.

“Are you sure that you are willing to? Wrestling can be a dangerous sport and shouldn’t be taken lightly,” Kyrie advised.

“I might not be an expert, but I’m willing to do what I can to help out. There’s a lot of people here who came and it would be sad if all of them were disappointed and couldn’t see the show,” Shirou admitted and then turned to Nela. “And you inspired me a little to get into wrestling. I didn’t have much interest before, but now you make me want to go and join a wrestling team.”

“I say we let him do it,” Nela said with a cheery grin. “He’s definitely got the heart of a wrestler inside of him.”

Shirou smiled and his eyes all but sparkled in glee. He felt nice hearing a compliment like that from her. He looked at the other woman, wondering what she was thinking and hoping that she would say yes. It might seem like a bad idea, but there was no way that he could let the show end like this. Not if there was any way to save it.

“...You’re a lifesaver,” the woman smiled genially.

Shirou smiled, happy that he was able to help them out. It was the least that he could do. He would try to put on the best show that he could for them, though he doubted that he would be able to compare to Nela.

“Wait right here one moment, I need to get some papers,” Kyrie said, and quickly walked away.

The redhead blinked at how swiftly she moved, despite the high heels that she wore. He didn’t know that it was possible for a girl to move that fast in them.

“Thanks again for being willing to do this,” Nela smiled. “You got spunk, and that’s going to take you far in life. “Since you never wrestled before why I don’t I give you a couple of tips. Any help that you can get will certainly help you out.”

Shirou beamed in glee, happy that he could get a one-on-one training session. Well, it might not be a full training session, but he was getting some lessons from her. He was going to need it for whoever his opponent might be.

Nela began showing him some small holds that he could use that were simple, but effective and

Shirou greedily listened to her, taking in every little bit of information that he could. It felt strange to the young man to move his body in ways, holding poses. Nela slowly had him copy her moves, and the young man did to the best of his ability. She told him what he should do and how his posture could affect everything, but also made sure that his mind was strong enough for anything that might happen during it, since mental strength was just as important in wrestling as having a good fit body.

Footsteps broke their little mini-training session, and the champion and wannabe hero turned to see Kyrie. She had a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. She adjusted some of her loose hair and looked at Shirou intently.

“I need you to sign this. If something were to happen to you in the ring then we will be covering any injuries you sustain, but also us so that you can’t sue us for negligence,” Kyrie explained as she held out a pen and the paper. “This is also proof that you are older than 18. We are not going to just throw some kid in the ring no matter how desperate we are.”

The young man blinked when he saw the age requirement portion and was about to say that he was too young, but blinked as a sudden wave of nausea came over him. Unknown to the young man, Shirou suddenly started getting older. He gulped and shook his head as he grew a little taller, the sleeves of his shirt stretching across his arms. His face lost the last steps of puberty as they refined and matured, gaining a sharpness that wasn’t there before. His age finished changing when he became 22.

“Done,” Shirou said, not sure why he had been confused about the age portion for a moment. He wondered. ‘Why did I get confused about my age for a moment?’

“Perfect,” Kyrie smiled, and quickly put the contract away.

“Awesome!” Nela cheered. “If you’re going to wrestle then we need to get you an outfit to wear first. It’s all part of the charm.”

“Clothes?” Shirou questioned.

“C’mon I’ll take you to the dressing room. Me and Kiriko got some spare clothes stored there if we feel like wearing some else,” Nela said cheerfully as she grabbed Shirou’s arm and wrapped it around her’s.

The young man’s face burned brightly as he was dragged to the room. He tried to slip his arm out of her hold, just so he wasn’t pushed against her breasts but he couldn’t. It was as if his arms had been locked into place and he was

“And here’s the dressing room,” Nela said and threw open the door.

Nela pulled him inside and Shirou blinked at the sight of so much clothing and the vanities to the side. The wall was lined with all sorts of costumes, pieces of costumes, and accessories that he couldn’t but feel like he was in a store instead. The more he went over the outfits, the more his face darkened and he grimaced as he imagined himself inside them. All of the clothing here was clearly designed for…curvier women and would have showed off the wearer’s body remarkably well.

“Don’t you have anything a little less…revealing?” Shirou questioned, hoping that there was something in there that he could use. “We can’t let people know that I am a guy can we since this is supposed to be a female wrestling league.”

“Sorry, but I know what I got and I like to flaunt it in stylish clothing,” Nela smiled and posed as if she was in front of a camera. “Still I’m sure that we can get something pulled together just right that will look great on you.”

Nela immediately began looking through her clothes, and Shirou did as well, hoping that he could find something that wouldn’t be too embarrassing to wear. They immediately threw out the bra tops because it bring too much suspicion from the crowd and exposed too much of his body.

The young man studied the clothes that they had managed to gather. There were two fingerless gloves of varying lengths, one going all the way down his arm, and the other going down to his wrist. Both of them were a light blue color. She wore a pair of small blue short shorts and a tight-fitting corset with a matching sports bra. He wore a matching sports bra that hugged his chest tightly. It wasn’t the best, but it certainly wasn’t ideal.

“Alright, then you better get dressed. We are on the clock after all,” Nela said.

Shirou went into the bathroom and sighed as he took off his clothes. He stared once more at the female clothes that he and Nela had chosen. He understood that it was part of the performance, but this was a little much. Shirou put on the top and slipped on the pants. He struggled to click zip up the corset. He couldn’t stay in here and they were on the clock.

As Shirou put on the outfit, the young man never noticed that his skin was refining as he did. All of the imperfections that his body had were disappearing. The hair that lined his limbs disappeared as if it was being waxed off his body.

When it was over all of the hair that Shirou had below his eyebrows, even in his private of parts was gone. Shirou’s skin had been freed of all the body hair that lined it before, along with all of the moles and blackheads that he might have had.

He shuddered at the new sensitivity that his skin had. The clothes clung to him a little tighter and rubbed against his softer, more delicate skin. The cold air went over his body and he breathed as he tried to get himself under control.

Shirou moved to get the corset on but then frowned as he struggled to get it on. He tried to slip it onto the little hook, but it kept escaping his grasp before it could. He tried to turn it around so he could do it, but then he wouldn’t be able to turn it around. The redhead sighed and opened the door.

“Nela, could you help me with the zipper? I’m having a bit of trouble, getting this one,” Shirou admitted.

“Alright suck it in,” Nela ordered as she zipped up the zipper on the corset.

Shirou winced at how tightly it was wrapped around her midsection. The top and bottom of the corset roughly dug into his body. There was a small bit of rolled-up flab there, showing that these clothes weren’t meant for him. At the very least the corset made him look a little more girly at least with how it added a tiny curve to his frame. Though, there was a small tiny flair to his hips and upper body. Though he doubted that he would have been able to get anyone since he now looked more like a masculine girl.

Shirou couldn't help but feel a little silly, wearing an outfit like this. It hugged his body tighter than anything that he ever wore. If had any womanly curves, he was sure that they would have been highlighted by the attire that he was wearing now. Yet, the more that he had studied himself in the mirror, the more he couldn’t help but like it.

“This…doesn’t look so bad,” Shirou commented.

“Yeah you look good,” Nela agreed. “Strike a pose.”

Shirou sheepishly did as he was told. He copied the pose that Nela had did earlier, putting one of her hands behind her back and the other on her hip. A small thrill went through him, but he knew that it wouldn’t have the same effect, not with how flat and boring his body was in comparison.

“We’ll apply just a little makeup, just enough to make you look a little more feminine looking,” Kyrie said as she grabbed some makeup from the vanity and began applying her makeup.

The young man’s face burned at the attention that he was getting. It was so strange having it applied to him. He knew that if Shinji or if any of the other guys were to see him now then he would have been a laughing stock and teased for years.

As Kyrie applied a little blush to the young man’s cheeks, the sharpness of his face softened. Her jawline softened ever so slightly as Kyrie applied some blush to her cheeks. The bones in her skull adjusted, her rising higher as they did, highlighting her facial features. The young man’s nose let out a low crack, making the changing boy wince as it adjusted. When the secretary was happy with how the young man’s face had turned out, she quickly applied a small bit of lipstick, and his lips inflated as if they were having an allergic reaction to them. They grew larger into large pillowy lips that added more to her female appearance, completing the change.

“And we’re done,” Kyrie said, pleased by how beautiful Shirou had turned out to be.

“We are?” Shirou questioned. “That went a little faster then I thought it would have.”

“It’s not how much makeup you wear, its how you use it,” Kyrie said.

“I don’t think that no matter how much you use will make me look like a girl,” Shirou said sheepishly.

“Then we’ll let the results speak for themselves,” Kyrie said, and turned Shirou to the mirror.

The redhead jumped at the sight of his altered face and blinked heavily. He leaned closer and raised his arm, and saw the reflection in the mirror copied him.

“Is that….me?” Shirou questioned. He reached out, wondering if the person that he was seeing in the mirror was him, or someone else. Every motion that he made his reflection copied the moment he did.

“And with that, no one will ever think that you're a boy,” Nela giggled. “Ain’t Kyrie just a wonderful miracle worker.”

“Yeah,” Shirou said as she brushed one of her hands down her cheeks. It almost didn’t seem real with how different it looked.

“Now then let’s get you into position. We only got a few more minutes until you have to go up,” Kyrie said and dragged Shirou out of the room.

“Once this is over, I’ll treat you to something nice and show you around,” Nela promised.

“Thank you!” Shirou cried before Kyrie pulled her out of the room.

The moment Shirou and Kyrie left the room, Nela busted into loud giggles. She lounged in the chair that the former boy was in and lounged.

“Hope those wrestling tips help you out in your match, kid. And welcome to the wrestling league Shirou, I’m sure that you’ll be much happier with your new lot in life,” Nela laughed.

Shirou sighed as he let himself get dragged by Kyrie. He wondered how much further it would be before they finally arrived. They stopped outside of a long hall. With two red curtains preventing him from seeing out, but it didn’t matter. The redhead didn’t need to peek outside to know that it would lead trite to the main stage of the arena. He could hear the crowd and his heart pounded slightly. He felt like a kid back in elementary school about to do a performance with the rest of his class with how excited it was.

“There’s one last thing that we need and we don’t have a lot of time,” Kyrie stated.

“What is it?” Shirou questioned, wondering what they could have missed. He looked down at his clothes and studied his body, making sure that there wasn’t anything that he was missing.

“You need a name to go by, at least for a disguise. I don’t think you would be happy if we just went with Shirou for this,” Kyrie stated. “Do you have any name would like to use?”

Shirou blinked and nodded. With how good she had applied the makeup, Shirou wondered if anyone would be able to recognize her anyway, even if they did use her original name. Still, it would be better if they did, just so it would throw a little more people off. If this was going to be online or recorded for people to see he needed something a little more to hide with.

Shirou bit his lips as he tried to think of something that would be a good name. He sighed. “I don’t have any ideas.”

“Then how about these names, Shirley, Emily, Shirouko, Shirona, Shion, Shizu,” Kyrie rambled off.

Shirou rolled the names in his mind, trying to think of what sounded the best. He immediately crossed off Shirouko because it didn’t sound right. The American names sounded weird as she sounded them out in her head, mainly because she wasn’t used to them. Shizu, Shirona, and Shion sounded the best among those names. He hummed as he rolled the last couple of names over, and finally decided on the one that she wanted.

“Maybe…Shirona?” Shirou questioned. It felt a little on the nose, but it felt like it would be a good fit.

“Alright, then I’ll go with that. I’ll let the announcer know to go with that. Just try to relax until it's your time to go on,” Kyrie said, getting a nod from Shirou.

Shirou breathed in and out, as he tried to calm himself down as she walked away. His nerves continued to build the longer that he was there. He tried to keep his composure, but he couldn’t. This would be a fight, and unlike all of the other times that he had been thrown into a fight lately, this time his life wouldn’t be on the line.

All of the tips that Nela gave him came rushing forward and he went through the motions that he had showed. It was a little relaxing to do so and strange. Still, if he was going to get through this, then he needed to be at the top of his game. He wished that he had a little more time with her, or had learned a little more stuff from her. Everything that he could get before this match would be helpful right now. He hoped that they told his foe to go a little easy on him and the situation as well. He understood the need to put on a great show, but he was new to this.

The redhead peeked from his spot behind the entrance and grimaced at all the people. The crowd hadn't bothered him the last time he had watched, but now that he was seeing them from a different angle, he couldn’t help but think that it had gotten larger. It didn’t help that the added expectation upon him only served to make him even more nervous. It was one thing seeing it, but it was another thing to be the main attraction like he was now.

The lights dimmed, and Shirou gulped as he braced himself. This would be it. He wiped his bro, careful not to ruin the make that was on his face.

“It is time folks! The moment that you have all been waiting for! It’s time to see the newest wrestler to join our league! Please give a warm, thunderous welcome to Shirona!”

For a singular moment, Shirou was confused and then

The young man blinked as the new name, wondering who it was before remembering that name was his. Shirou took another gulp of air and then quickly walked to the stage. His face burned as he walked to the ring. The crowd roared as he walked, but he kept his eyes focused on making it to the stage and making sure that he didn’t make a fool of himself.

‘Right remember Shirou you’re name is Shirona right now,’ Shirou stated and then blinked again as stars entered his vision. He refused to give up and give the impression that nothing was wrong as his mind

‘Don’t question if people call you Shirona, Shirou, that is the name you are going by. Don’t let the jitters get the better of you Shirona, and remember you got this Shirona,’ the boy thought, unwittingly calling himself by the name he chose.

He continued to call himself by the new name, feeling solace and comfort. The more he thought about himself with Shirone, the more the name settled in his mind, replacing the name that his adopted father had given him. By the time that the feminine boy had reached the stage, as far as he was concerned, he had always been known as Shirone.

Shirone entered the stage, hoping that there was no one here that would recognize him. His face burned with embarrassment, and he sorta wished the ground would swallow him up.

The roar of the crowd put him at ease, and the smile he had become a little less forced. It was nice to see that despite the fact that he was a newbie they were willing to give him a chance.

“Thank you for the warm welcome everyone! I hope I can live up to all of your hopes,” Shirone smiled nervously, making sure his voice sounded a little girly. The last thing he wanted to do was weird the people out if they heard his original voice.

The young man’s throat burned slightly and he struggled. He wished that he had a drink. Just so it will help deal with the dryness that was coming from it. He continued to wave at the crowd with the best smile that he could muster, and thankfully none of the people seemed to realize that he was faking it.

Unknown to the redhead, his adam’s apple was getting smaller. He kept sucking on the saliva in his mouth and let out a small cough as he tried to get better. It was achingly slow, but he could feel it ease the longer that it went on to his relief. The grunts and groans kept getting higher from him and he struggled more to keep it on.

“So who here is ready for a good show?” Shirone questioned cheerfully. The young man blinked at the ease, his new tenor voice was, but paid it little though.

‘It’s probably just the nerves getting the better of me,” Shirone thought.

“Now then, this is Shirone’s first match, and depending on her performance will decide if she has what it takes to stay here!”

Shirona stood up a little straighter, trying to exude a confidence that wasn’t there. It seemed like he was faking it well enough with how the people continued to smile and cheer for him despite it all. His face darkened at the earnest looks that he was getting from everyone and couldn’t help but feel a little silly, though, it was kinda fun.

“Thank you all for giving her a warm reception, but this isn’t just a show where she shakes her ass? This is a match and it's time that we bring out her opponent!”

More smoke filled the stage and the redhead braced himself, wondering what sort of monster she should expect this time. After the expensive and immense costume that she had seen when she had been in the stands, he wondered how crazy the design on this costume would be. Shirona focused on the entrance, bracing himself for whatever his opponent might be.

Shirnoa gulped when she saw a giant lizard-like figure with green scales crawl to the ring as the crowd cheered. They continued to crawl, and Shirona wasn’t sure if it was a sound effect from the suit ot not, but he was sure that he was hearing chittering.

After they climbed into the ring, they stood a head larger then the redhead and looked to be twice as brawny then he was. The young man gulped as he stared at the larger fighter before him. Just like last time, Shirou couldn’t see anything that told him how the person would be able to take it off of them. How was he going to win against someone like that?

“Now then wrestlers take your stance!”

Shirona gulped as he got into a loose copy of Nela’s stance. He frowned at how awkward it felt. His limbs felt too bulky, too heavy as if he had tied weights around them. This was going to be harder than he thought it would, but it wasn’t going to stop him from trying. The people were expecting a good show and he wasn’t going to give it his all so that he could be their hero for the night.  Even if he was more dressed like a heroine than a hero.

“Alright everyone it's time for the main show! You all came because you wanted to see a new wrestler show her stuff and its time! Give it all that you have Shirona because its time to wrestle!”

The moment Shirona heard that, he rushed forward. He wanted to try and end this quickly. Not to mention he didn’t want someone to find out that he wasn’t a girl. He wasn’t sure how good of a view some of the audience had, but he was willing to bet that if they looked there enough then they would be able to see a Shadow of his junk. There was no way that he was going to run the risk of dragging this out. He would lose if this went on for too long.

The demon launched at Shirona as well, and the young man quickly fell and went to grab to waist. He hissed as he shoved his foe back,

Realizing the spot that he was in he tried to get away since a frontal assault had failed, but before the magus could, his mid-section was grabbed and he was lifted into the air. Shirona inadvertently kicked him in the head and it made her opponent let go. The redhead raised his arms and managed to prevent from landing flat on his face and taking the worst of it.

“Not the greatest start,” Shirona muttered as he shook his head. He had thought that he would have made them fall with how quick he was, but clearly that hadn’t been enough. The effeminate boy quickly got up and moved before a stomp from his opponent could hit him.

His opponent was relentless and tried to grab him before he could do anything else. It was almost as if they were going for full blown punches with how aggressive they were.

Shirona raised his arms and tried to divert or block the assault as best he could. Every punch that landed on his arms made the young man wince, but he refused to give up. He stepped back, and avoided a grapple, refusing to get stuck in a hold.

‘Just got to hold out for now Shirona,’ the effeminate boy told himself. ‘Just go to wait for an opening and when it is there, take it!’

His arms were getting heavier with every strike, and he winced. He knew that she would be getting some bruises. It was a good thing that he wore long sleeved shirts, otherwise he might have the others able to see the bruises on his arm. That would lead to an interrogation that he wasn’t quite ready for and knew would be trouble.

As Shirou blocked and diverted the attacks as best he could, his arms altered. The slim defined muscle that he had looked like they were deflating as they started to slim down. He grimaced as it was getting harder for him to do so. His hands which looked almost comically large with how different his body was. Though they were shrinking following the shrinking limbs and quickly looked more fitting. Despite how much they shrunk, they maintained the athletic tone that they had before the transformation began. The young man struggled to keep his hands closed from how much punishment they were taking, the nerves almost begging to be uncoiled. After a few more strikes, Shirona was left with slim womanly arms that were perfect for a wrestler.

The redhead stepped back avoiding another

There was a moment that he had waited for. He quickly rushed over and extended his arm. He wrapped his bicep and locked his arms together as he went for a chokehold. The young man made sure to watch his mouth. While he was sure that it wasn’t legal in wrestling, he didn’t want to find out how desperate the other person might have been to get a win.

The person bucked in his arms and pulled at his limbs, and the poor man struggled to keep his foe under control. Shirona tightened the hold as best he could, hoping that he would be able to choke them out. He could feel his grip loosening and that only served to enhance the hold that he had as best he could. It might not be the most exciting match, but he would take it. It wasn’t as if he would be showing up again.

Shirona frowned at the thought of never entering the wrestling ring again. Despite how he was doing this as a way to help the people, he couldn’t help but feel welcomed, as if this was where he belonged. The way they cheered for a newbie like her. Even as his eyes swept over the crowd, the honest happy look they had, the excitement in their eyes, the way that they were watching him. It made her feel good as if he had a right to be here, and it was okay for him to be happy.

So lost in thought that he never noticed the slight relaxation in his grip, and that momentary lapse in focus was all that was needed as the monster broke free from the hold, much to the redhead’s shock. They wrapped their arms around Shirona’s thigh and lifted them up into the air as if they were a ragdoll. Shirona flailed his arms and tried to beat his back, but with how he was, he wasn’t in the best of positions. The young man tried to curl his body upward, but before he could, his foe started spinning.

With how fast they were moving, Shirona was forced back. The crowd was little more than a blur to the boy as he was spun around the room. He tried to curl in himself so that he could ge t little closer to his opponent, but still he couldn.

“Damn it, what am I going to do?!’ Shirona yelled mentally.

Suddenly, the beast let go of him and Shirona was sent flying to the other side of the arena. The young instinctively curled and braced himself so that his shoulder would take the worst of it. The redhead hissed as he slammed into the rope and winced at the sharpness of it. It dug into his shoulders and the young man knew that would be another bruise for later. He could feel his body stretch the rope of the stage before it suddenly recoiled and he was slammed onto the arena floor.

The redhead winced at the rough pain that came from them and shook the daze off as best he could. His legs struggled to find a balance, but he refused to give. The world spun, and the young man grabbed the rope of the stage and shook his head again as he took a heavy breath. Everything felt off, and the wannabe hero felt like he was on a boat in the middle of a storm as he struggled to regain his sense of balance. He shakily grabbed the other, and then the other, forcing himself to stand up. He stood up, and took another as he forced himself to remain steady, and yet the world continued to spin as if she was standing on a top.

“Oh and would you look at that, Shirona was able to recover quickly. Man that would have made some wrestlers reel for days with how fast they hit. Still  as tough as she is, Shirona looks like Shirona is struggling with this. She better find a way to turn this around quickly, and the better question is can she?”

“You’re right there,” Shirona muttered. Shirona frowned, wishing that he had a solid answer rather than a hope. It would be just like when he was forced to fight Berserker and the other Servants.

His body screamed at him to move as if an enemy Servant was about to attack him. The young man’s body moved on its own, just in time to avoid a kick to the guy that he was sure would have scrambled his insides if it had connected. Their leg was stuck in between the rope and Shirona saw an opportunity.

The redhead moved as fast as he could and raised his forearm. He curled into a ball and then launched himself forward. He crashed into the head of his foe and the young man could feel their body reel from the blow and topple over the rope. Because of their leg getting locked between the rope, they wound up spinning where they were. Their chin slammed into the stage of the arena, and then they slouched over on the floor.

Shirona looked over the rope and gulped. He hoped that he hadn’t wound up giving them a concussion or anything. While he wanted to win the match, he didn’t want to put someone in the hospital like this, even if injuries like this were expected from time to time.

To his shock and awe he saw them get back up. They glared at him angrily as they stood at their full height.

Shirona couldn’t help but step back as they got back into the ring. He was sure that if he had been in his place, he might have been down for the count, or at least reeling from a little while longer.

“Our little redhead is going to need to do more than that if she wants to get the win in this match!”

They moved and again the young man’s body moved on instinct, raising his arms to block another nasty thrust of their palm. The redhead stumbled back from the blow and gulped as they were rushed. They continued to grab at them and it was only thanks to the redhead’s body moving out of the way his arms that he was able

As Shirona dodged and ducked like a rabbit, hopping around the field to avoid the grapples as best he could,his legs felt off as they morphed. The young man stumbled as his feet suddenly let out a low pop as they got smaller. For a singular moment, the boots that he wore felt loose fitting, as if he had slipped on a pair that were larger then they should have been.

That one moment was all that was needed for his opponent to capitalize on and grab him.

Shirona grasped and quickly tried to twist his arm out of the hold he was in, but it proved to be fruitless as he was pulled forward and slammed into his demonic foe. Before the redhead could try to get away, her opponent placed Shirona’s arm behind her and forced him into an arm bar.

As he continued to writhe in the hold he was in, the bulkiness in his legs reduced, seemingly like they were losing the power they had. The transition continued to his legs and Shirona grunted as he was nicked again by another blow. His calves trimmed down, losing any excess fat that they might have had. With every little bit they slimmed down, the harder the young man found to keep his balance with how quickly he was jumping around the battlefield.

The monster suddenly let go of the redhead, much to their shock and were shoved away. Shirona was so shocked by it, that he didn’t consider moving for a moment, before the beast moved. It wrapped its arms around his waist, earning a groan of discomfort from them. The redhead was lifted off the ground and then roughly slammed on the stage.

He was lifted up in the air and squirmed around as if he was a trophy. He was suddenly thrown up into the air. The young man saw his foe move off to the side, making sure that they would be out of the way before he landed on the stage of the arena.

The redhead tried to brace himself for the rough landing as he could, but he landed on his back and his spine felt like it was going to crack for a moment. He flinched at the harsh landing but he refused to let that get the better of him.

He got up again and a snort of derision came from his fellow wrestler that told him he doing the right thing. If he gave up now, then that would be a big disappointment to all of the people.

“Again! Shirona is getting up, showing everyone why she is here! It’s not everyday that you see someone walk off pain like that, especially a rookie like her!”

Shirona readied himself to block another strike, but instead he was shoved back. It broke the guard that the redhead had set up and grunted as he slammed into the post behind him. The wannabe hero shook his head and then gasped as he saw his foe rushing toward him and then leap into the air into a drop kick. The magus couldn’t block in time and all of the air in her lungs was knocked out of him. He bounced off the post and stumbled forward onto his face.

Shirona moved to get up, as the demon went to mount him, and Shirona quickly moved into a kneeling position. With the strength of his legs supporting him, the magus shoved his foe back and then quickly got up. He rushed them and tried to get their arm into a lock, but the beast was to quick and was able to get him and spun him to the side.

The young man went with the flow of power and almost tripped, but was able to step himself. Shirona stepped back, needing some space and knowing that if he didn’t then he would have been overwhelmed in a heartbeat. Considering his recent assault had quickly failed he needed a moment to think about any other attack that he could do that would give him a much needed edge.

As Shirona pondered what he should do the transformation finally reached his thighs, and they swelled, making the redhead moan slightly at the slight pleasure that was coming from them. The tight shorts were riding a little higher from how larger they were getting, arousing him a little, but he was far more focused on the fight that he was in. The boots went down ever so slightly as they adjusted to his growing thighs. A thin shadow of an hourglass figure formed the longer it went on, adding further to the delectable curve that his body was gaining. His thighs finished growing when they became meaty delectable thighs that had a nice jiggle and further added to the curve of his feminizing body.

“Man Shirona is still going despite all of the punishment that she has taken! Isn’t that just something folks!”

Shirona brushed his hair to the side as it entered her vision. It grew slightly longer, his hair curling slightly as it did. He gulped as it continued to grow. It tickled the back of his neck as it did, but he paid it little thought as he focused on the fight before him. His hair quickly finished growing, and while it was no longer set in a boyish cut. It was set at a longer boyish shaggy cut that went all the way down to his shoulders. With how wet and matted down her hair was getting, Shirona couldn’t help but be glad that she had short hair. If she had longer hair then there was the chance that she would have been blinded by it.

Shirona considered his options again, wondering what was the best thing he should do now that he was free. The effeminate boy saw his opponent get up and knew that he had to act quickly. He rushed as fast as he could and went for a mount, but they quickly raised their leg. Shirona couldn’t stop himself in time and his privates fully collided with his legs.

The sharp pain that came from there perfectly concealed the transition of the young man’s privates as entered his body, and the young man moaned loudly at the sudden transition. She bit her lips and wiggled her hips. A part of her wanted to reach down and play with her aching crotch in that moment, hoping that it would be able to alleviate some of the tension, however the eruption of pain that came from her foe’s attack reminded her of the situation that she was in, but she continued to press on.

“Oh! Now that is going to hurt! It don’t matter what gender you are, getting nailed between the legs like that is never a fun time!”

The new young woman’s mind spun all around the room. She blinked in shock trying to get head on straight despite the immense pain. The world felt like it was spinning despite how she was laying flat on the ground. She forced herself up, glaring defiantly at her opponent. The crowd continued to cheer, but with how her foe looked, she couldn’t help but despair. She felt so tired.

Shirona looked down in shame as she thought about her performance. She should have known that she wouldn’t have been able to put on the best show. She wasn’t a true wrestler despite all that she had done, even with Nela’s advice.

‘Guess I shouldn’t have tried to be something that I wasn’t,’ Shirona thought as she breathed. Her entire body burned and she wondered if she should just give up. No matter how hard she had tried, her foe had proven to be her superior, getting up so quickly.

“C’mon Shirona you can do it!” Nela cheered. “You said you wanted to be a hero of wrestling right? Well, you got to show everyone why you will be a hero and this is your shot!”

Shirona’s jaw dropped at having her say that. She blinked, wondering if she was hallucinating right now. She had to be.

“You can do it!” Someone in the crowd cried.

“Yeah get back up Shirona! If you want to be a wrestler then this is the time to show it!” Another person cried.

“I know you can do more! You’re way too hot to just let it end like this!” Someone cried, and winking at her.

Shirona stared at the crowd, her heart melting at all of the cheering and believing in her. She sniffled. If she wasn’t fighting right now she might have broken down crying at the support. Even the comment about her being deemed hot, which was nice, though made her a little embarrassed, considering that she was in a match. Tears welled in the corner of her eyes, but she steeled herself.

They charged at her and Shirona gulped as she readied her stance. When they were about to reach her she quickly went for a clothesline that knocked them flat. She turned and before they could do anything she performed a dropkick right to their head.

“A true hero never quits!” Shirona cried as she slammed into her opponent. The beast jolted from the unexpected assault and was thrown completely off balance. The young woman took the chance that she had and grabbed their thigh with one hand and with the other. In a sudden motion, Shirou threw the wrestler over her shoulder. She turned and watched as her foe roughly landed on the ring.

They got up and Shirona refused to give them an inch after all that she had been through. Not after all of the people cheered for her. The hope that they had for her as their hero. And as their hero she wasn’t going to disappoint them at all.

She wrapped her legs around him and locked him in place. She brought her arms up and wrapped them in the full nelson. She knew that this wouldn’t be able to go for a knockout, but this would make him struggle and every little struggle was a victory, a sign things were going in her favor.

The young woman took a deep breath and then slammed her head down onto the base of their back as hard as they could. Shirona growled as she refused to relent, and continued to bash her skull against her opponent's shoulders as best she could. Every howl of pain was enough for the redhead to let her know that she was doing the right thing.

They charged backwards, and Shirona saw where they were going. Thankfully she had a plan and knew of how she could turn this around. She waited and braced herself for the worst as she loosened her legs. She quickly raised them and managed to get her feet onto the beam. She kicked off it, using it like a spring board and launched the two of them forward. The redhead winced as her arms scraped across the mat, but she refused to let that stop her.

Shirona quickly moved her arms out from underneath him and crawled up and got them into a headlock. They pulled at her arm and Shirona winced at the tight grip that they had, but she refused to give up.

“And what a shocking twist that this is folks! Our rookie managed to get herself out of the tight spot she was in and turn things around with them taking the blow. Now can she keep this headlock on them and win the match!”

“Got to stay focused,” Shirona reminded herself as she tried to tighten her hold further. She sniffled and shoved the tears out of her eyes. She knew that she was so close and yet so far at the same time. Tears welled in her eyes, knowing that she could do this as long as she kepShe could cry when this was over, until then, she had to push on.

A grin formed on Shirona’s face as she raised her arms. She had come so far and put on a great show, there was no way that she would lose now. Not with how everyone was cheering for her as if she was a superhero.

She tackled into their chest and then shoved them off of the post and onto the stage floor. She leaped over, not risking getting caught again as she went for the mount. To her shock they were already up, so instead she settled with a stomp on their chest and then bounced off of them to the other side, almost colliding with the rope. She turned and got into the low stance that Nela had shown her at the start, ready to act.

She circled her foe and as she did, her chest started to expand. The small lumps on her chest swelled as if they were balloons being filled with helium. The crowd roared as they watched her chest swell as she dodged the grapples of her opponent, some recording the growth on their devices as they.. Her developing bust bounced with every quick motion and her hooters continued to become more noticeable with every passing second. Her breasts finished growing when they became a large E-cup that would rival the largest of apples.

The young woman leaped back, avoiding another swipe that was coming at her, her noticeable bust bouncing as she didm, grimacing as her body screamed at her. Shirona waited for the opportune moment to strike. She couldn’t risk getting into another grapple. Not with how tired she was. If she

As Shirona continued to doge, her ass grew larger, stretching against her pants as if they were trying to break free from their pants. The redhead gulped and bit back a moan as her pants tickled her rear as they expanded. As her ass continued to grow larger, the audiance’s cheering did as well. The fabric of her pants strained against her ballooning rear end and the audience hungrily watched as she rolled her hips, unable to stop herself from how it was digging between her cheeks and pressing into her crotch. The outline of her buttocks continued to become apparent as the stretchy fabric looked almost like they were about to burst right as their growth slowed. Her ballooning rear end finished growing when she had a huge amazing rump that would have been perfect to suffocate a man’s face with and the pants that she wore looked like they were about to burst with how big her rump had become.

“Please no fashion disasters,” Shriona muttered as she continued to roll her hips, savoring every little burst that came from them, making the jiggle of her immense tight rump all the more apparent to the crowd behind her. “I don’t need that right now.”

The crowd went wild as they took in her enticingly thicc posterior. All of them wondered what it would be like to grab a handful of her ass and squeeze it as if their lives depended on it. A part of them hoped that her pants would tear of in the next match, or rip from no longer being able to contain her wonderful cheeks.

A silly idea came to her, that made her face burn slightly at the mere thought of doing so, but she couldn’t deny the validity of trying it. Especially since she had seen other wrestlers doing so.

Shirona quickly turned her body and leaped backwards, her butt rammed into their chest and knocking her opponent back onto the post. The young woman swayed her full cheeks from side to side. The redhead’s face matched her hair, and her expression was a little embarrassed, especially at the bud of pleasure that had come from her rear end with how it had collided against her body. They stirred and the redhead knew that this was her only chance and she would take it.

“This is where it ends!” Shirona cried as she rushed forward, putting everything that she had into this next. Her legs screamed at her to stop and her back ached painfully so, but still she pushed herself to She grit her teeth as she leaped forward, performing a Cannon Ball with every bit of power that she had, curling in the air as her back to them. Her immense butt collided face first with their chest, earning another scratchy gasp as they suddenly went still.

The big bottomed wrestling girl grit her teeth as her shoulder collided with the floor and then forced them down. They didn’t move, and at the moment, Shirona didn’t care. All that mattered to her at the moment was winning the match for those that believed in her.

“1!”

Shirona gulped and took the moment to examine. Still they didn’t move and she worried that she might have done it and seriously hurt the person now.

“2!”

The redhead tightened her grip and held her breath, closing her eyes. Whatever happened next, happened, and she would never forgive herself for disappointing the people if she did.

“3!”

The moment Shirona heard that she relaxed, and exhaled. All of the tension left her body and she finally felt like she could breathe easy again.

“And we finally have our winner folks! It was touch and go for a little while, but in the end Shirona has finally proven herself to be the victor of this fight!”

Shirona’s jumbled as the demon she fought disappeared and almost topped over without her improvised seat, but she was able to find her balance. She slouched where she sat stared at the arena floor, her body swaying from side to side. She made sure to have her back as straight as she could so that she would get all the air that she needed in her body, but still she struggled.

“That was…so much harder than I thought it would be,” Shirona panted. She had thought it would be hard from the start, but this proved to be so much worse.

Smoke filled the stage, but Shirona was far too focused on regaining her bearings. Her chest bounced in tandem with her heavy labored breathing, and the world continued to spin. She wiped her sweaty brow, her arms feeling like mush.

Footsteps caught her attention and she gulped as she turned, wondering if this was a sudden second round now. It wasn’t unheard of for other wrestlers to just join in all of a sudden.

She relaxed when she saw Nela’s proud smile. The champion held her demonic hand out for Shirona to take.

“Welcome to the wrestling league kid,” Nela stated.

The world went quiet to the redhead, who could only stare at sempai in awe. She stared at her wondering if she had heard correctly.

“C’mon sitting down on the arena isn’t something the winner should do,” Nela laughed.

“C-could you repeat what you said earlier?” Shirona asked, looking at the white-haired wrestling champion.

“I said welcome to the wrestling league kid,” Nela repeated, her smile just as warm and inviting as it was the first time.

Shirona’s tears returned and her body shook, but this time she let them come out. The pain that she felt earlier diminished and she wiped her tears with her other arm. The young woman smiled despite it all.

“Thank you!” Shirona cried as she eagerly shook her hand, pride going through her at getting in. The honest earnest smile that Nela had, made the redhead feel like she belonged. She had wanted to become a heroic wrestler for so long, but now she had finally reached her dream and became one.

Unknown to the redhead, in a personal office out of sight, Rodin and Kiriko had watched the match, Asuna and Suguha acting as their personal waitresses for this one.

“Heh so we got another scrub joining the league. I wondered when you would nab someone else.”

“Worried?” Rodin questioned.

“Heh, as if I've got anything to worry about!” Kiriko denied. “With the way that she was struggling, it's clear that she’s nothing more than a pup nipping at the heels of there better. I could beat her without breaking a damn sweat!”

“Well then perhaps after she’s managed to get a little more used to dealing with some monsters then you could take a swing at her.”

“Heh that sounds right. Nela won’t give her a proper initiation and someone needs to make sure that a newbie like her knows her place.”

Rodin snorted, wondering what a rawl between the two of them would go. He was sure that a lovely young lady like Shirona wouldn’t go down without a fight, but Kiriko had plenty of experience under her belt fighting monsters. Either a sexy brawl between the two of them would certainly get people going.

“Hey Rodin. Do you…think that I could handle the next one?” Kiriko questioned. “I want to have a little fun, and making someone a horny bitch sounds like a fun time.”

Rodin could only chuckle at that. He should have known that after seeing the redhead’s transformation that she would like to get a shot in on. “I don’t see why not. In fact, I already have a target in mind for who should join up next.”

“Perfect, let me see the papers and I’ll pick out the perfect dickweed to make into something meaningful,” Kirko boasted.

“Is that all, or did seeing him transform, also get you aroused.”

“...I could go for a round.”

“Well perhaps later tonight I could help you deal with that little problem you have.”

“We both know you’re going to be focused on that noob and give her a nice and proper welcome, but I got two bitches here to keep me entertained until then,” Kiriko chuckled as she looked at Asuna and Suguha.

“Heh, got a point there and if you do make sure to send a copy my way,” Rodin said as he got out of his seat. “I’ll send you the files tomorrow and then you can go through them and then pick your target.”

“Good, gives me plenty of time to play with these dumb cows and get the noggin rolling,” Kiriko grinned manniaclly. She got out of

It was almost a shame that he had to leave in what he was sure would be a wonderful show, but he had a new wrestler to greet. She was probably a little nervous now that she was officially on their roster even if Nela was there to help her. He should show her how welcome and appreciated she is.

“So is there anything else that I need to know?” Shirou questioned Nela as she sat across from her in the champions lounge area. “Is there a set training schedule or anything?”

“Oh there isn’t too much. Just that you’ll be fighting quite a lot of people. Those you’ll know when they are and can plan accordingly. We also

“Wait, modeling gig?” Shirona squeaked, her voice raising in pitch slightly.

“Of course, we girls get to flaunt our stuff and show off the goods? You’re not weirded out or nervous are you?” Nela questopmed

“Well…no, but it seems a little much to just throw at a rooke like me,” Shirou replied.

“Don’t worry, its entirely optional, and you aren’t forced into it or anything,” Nela explained.

“Oh I don’t think that I’ll do that then. I just don’t feel comfortable enough doing that,” Shirouna explained awkwardly.

“C’mon girl you have a nice body too. You might not be as big as me and Kiriko, but you’re still a beauty,” Nela laughed. “Oh by the way, Kiriko is a little rough on the edges, and gots a bit of a mouth on her, but don’t let that stop you from talking to her. Show her some spine or else she’ll just walk all over you.”

“Ok,” Shirou gulped. “Is there anything that I’m not supposed to do?”

“When it comes to your off time, feel free to do what you want. Kiriko is a streamer and plays games in her off time and I like to build stuff when I’m not exercising or modeling. What do you like to do?”

“I like cooking,” Shirona started sheepishly. It felt weird to say that to her sempai, but it was nice to admit.

“Then perhaps you can start a cooking show or something. I’m sure that you would get quite the crowd. If it wouldn’t be any problem would you be willing to have me on as a taste tester?” Nela questioned.

“I’m sure that something could be arranged,” Shirona laughed. She was reminded of Taiga with how eager the white-haied girl seemed to be, and was so happy that she had someone so nice she could go to here.

“I see that you're helping our newest wrestler feel right at home,” a man said.

The two women turned and Shirona blushed at the sight of the handsome man. Her heart pounded in her chest and she shimmied where she stood as her loins burned for attention. She puckered her lips and imagined what it would be like to have a hunk like this handsome man play with her body.

Suddenly the idea of becoming a model didn’t seem as bad as it did just a little bit ago. Especially if it would get Rodin’s attention. The more she looked at him the more her loins raged, and her thirst grew. Her fingers curled, wanting to rip off her clothes and let him have her way with her.

“Rodin!” Nela cheered and all but leaped at him. She wrapped her arms around him and placed a wet kiss on him.

Nela noticed the disappointment that the redhead had and couldn’t help but laugh. She patted her back and smiled at Shirona.

“Oh don’t worry if you want to go a round you’re more than able to do so,” Nela laughed. “Me and Kiriko are dating him and if you want in on it, then you can as well. Hell sometimes our wrestling matches are to see who gets to have the next date night, or something.”

“S-Seriously?” Shirona stuttered, her face darkening immensely.

“Oh yeah, trust me, Rodin is more than welcome to it, and will make you feel right at home,” Nela teased.

“She’s right you know,” Rodin whispered in Shirona’s other ear, making her yelp.

The redhead then relaxed and let out a saucy moan, her mind becoming little more than mush as he massaged her rear end.

“You might be the smallest of the girls in terms of bust but I can tell that your ass is the biggest,” Rodin said as he continued to squeeze and play with her buttocks. “And what a mighty fine ass you have.”

Well if everyone else was willing then why shouldn’t she also take part? Besides, if Rodin was able to please the two of them then he could only imagine how skilled he was, and she was sure that Rodin would be able to teach her a few things. And a little friendly competition would certainly help her improve, especially with a prize like him on the line.

Epilogue

Shirona beamed at the happy looks that she got from the people. She wrapped her arm around another patron and put their arm around her shoulder. For a moment she winced in pain before she was accustomed to it and relaxed, making sure to keep the smile that she had up until it was gone. It was a good thing that the league had such good healthcare. Otherwise she would have been on the mend for more then a few weeks.

“I think it's time that we head back now,” Rodin said.

“I can go for just a little longer,” Shirona rebuffed. Again another throb came from her upper back made her wince but she stopped.

“You don’t want the others to see their hero in a moment of weakness to you? Besides, even heroes need a break after a hard fight,” Rodin pointed out.

Shirona opened her mouth to deny him, but closed them after a moment, her smile dining ever so slightly. That was the thing about her. She would keep on pushing no matter the damage that she had taken. Still it wouldn't be good to just worry everyone, not when she could get healed up immediately.

“Thank you everyone for coming, but salt its time for us to head back. I’ll see you all after the next showing!” Shirona waved.

The wrestler let Rodin lead her to the back, savoring the warmth that was coming from his body. She ran her hands over his wonderful muscles, admiring the hardness and envisioning what she would do with them.

All of the smiles and cheers from them made her smile beam happily and her heart fluttered in glee. All of the patrons that came were still on her mind. She closed her eyes as she remembered all of the happy people. She had done her job well tonight, and had truly lived up to being their hero.

“Hope I can do that, especially when I go up against Nela…and Kiriko,” Shirona muttered, saying the larter’s name with a little less enthusiasm. Every interaction with the dark-haired girl seemed to annoy her. No matter what she had tried, the dark-haired girl was the same abrasive…bitch that she had been since they first met. The only time that she had seemed to ease up was when she had her cooking. Since then she had made sure to keep it away from her, while feeding her and Nela. It was a little amusing to see her get so frustrated.

A smack on her butt brought her out of memories and made Shirona squirmed as her nether regions ached for attention. She bit her lips like a pervert and rubbed her butt against his hand, wanting him to slip his hand inside of her pants. She knew what would happen next, first she would get healed and then the fun would begin. Whenever she won a match after she met the people, doing her best to make all of them happy that they came. Oh yes she couldn’t have been happier that she had joined the wrestling league. It was the best decision that she had ever made.

“Relax, you’ll have your shot at her soon,” Rodin said comfortingly, which earned another smile from Shirona as she envisioned a match between her. He chuckled, wondering who would be the one between the two of them “Now then we can get you healed and then head out somewhere nice. I got a five star restaurant we can go to in mind.”

“Don’t worry, we don’t need to go anywhere. I’ll handle the cooking,” Shirona said and her glee grew at Rodin’s smile growing. She knew that her cooking was without compare as well and she enjoyed making food. Besides it would mean that they could get to the fun part sooner.