Wrestle Kingdom: The Pub Crawl Brawl (Patreon)

There were a lot of ideas for this part of the story, but talking it over with fans and the discord and the fan input polls helped clear some things up. Bringing in a party member and making the tavern sort of show off the kind of locals that are in the game was great. Creating a contrast with Mollie and Manda was really fun and I don't imagine she'll shake things up too badly, despite their differences. I do need to think about what to do with the other fighting styles I listed before at the start if I'm ever going to add a third member, but I do like the group staying small and focusing the punishment on Manda.

Amanda stumbled out of the weapon shop with what was by now a familiar feeling of being both refreshed and fatigued. After every match, her body was fine beyond a mild ache but she could clearly remember getting her face and crotch bashed in by a minotaur blacksmith not 5 minutes ago. She winced now and then as memories and phantom pains jolted through her body.

“I cannot stand this shit. I need a break,” she groaned.

She wasn’t thinking the clearest in her tired state. The pain and energy were there but the mental fatigue was wearing down on her. As a classic gamer, Amanda had clocked where the inn was on her way to the castle. She had no trouble finding The Rope Break and lurching into its doors in her same old shorts and shirt. They’d been cleaned along with her recovered body, and while she’d made a note to equip the new gear she got from the weapon shop she set it to where she wouldn’t have to wear a red wrestling leotard everywhere she went.

The interior of the tavern was everything she expected it to be. An open bar of wooden floors and tables  with all races of creatures sitting around them. Elves, dwarves, orcs, and even snake-bodied women and stranger creatures were drinking and eating. Eyes would lazily drift past her but nobody seemed to pay the weary human much mind. Even if she was the protagonist who would, according to Princess Plex, was summoned by the Holy Referee to defeat the champion of darkness.

Manda went up to the bar where a slim but busty and very pretty elf waited patiently. Her already narrow eyes were almost completely closed with the curve of her welcoming smile.

“Good evening, traveler. Can I help you? It’s only 10 gold a night.”

Manda gave a deep sigh of relief. No discounts, no catches. Unless…

“Wait though,” Manda warned.

“Do I have to fight for my room or anything?”

The elf looked surprised. “Well… no. Ten gold is fine.”

“And I don’t need to wrestle you for the key or get random ambushes in the night or anything?”

“Not… as part of the business, no. We can’t promise anything, but the inn is very safe, ma’am.”

Amanda rubbed her face and sighed. “Great. I’ll take one.”

There was a clanging sound as her menu popped up to show her gold leaving her inventory. The elven barmaid took it with a returning smile.

“A pleasure, ma’am. If you’ll take a seat, I’ll bring you a meal in a moment before you settle into your room.”

Considering that Manda’s bags were an imaginary menu that created items as she needed, that was fine with her. She made sure to find a completely empty table, not wanting to step on anyone’s toes as she collapsed into a seat. She had barely taken her eyes off the elven maiden when there was a thud on her table. Manda jumped, half-expecting a big-titted ogre or a pervy gremlin to arrive and call her out. Instead, the elf had returned with a massive tray of food set out before her. It had rice, meat, gravy, fish, vegetables, soup… even some pizza and nachos. Something for any diet the creature might have.

It all looked good to her, and while Manda had never felt hungry since she’d arrived, she also hadn’t eaten. Her appetite came back with a vengeance as she gratefully tore into the food. She was happy to find that while she couldn’t get hungry, she couldn’t get full or fat either in her possibly digital body. She wasn’t sure how it worked but she was happy to eat without any worry or guilt.

She heard a dinner bell sound somewhere in the back and a murmur of excitement went through the other customers. Manda went on eating until she started seeing everyone standing up around her.

“Um… what’s happening?” she asked nobody in particular, finishing swallowing her mouthful of nachos.

A human woman in thick metal armor (but reduced to the size of a bikini, of course) patted her on the shoulder. She went walking past Manda as she approached the middle of the room like most of the guests.

“Thou are in luck! Thou’re just in time for the tavern brawl.”

“Fuck me,” Manda groaned, rubbing her face in her hands.

“Perhaps after the rumble, but none would miss the daily fight,” the half-naked knight told her with a wink.

The redhead gamer looked up and the chat popped up with a new poll.

“-Go up against 5 opponents

-Take on 10 opponents.

-Take on 15 opponents”

“No way out, huh?” she sighed as she stood up. At least she had a minute to catch her breath and fill her belly as best she could. She winced as the votes rapidly poured in for the maximum number of combatants too as more and more patrons came in to join the melee in the making. Amanda knew she was in for it when her clothes glowed and she was left in just her red leotard with some yellow trim and an open diamond in the chest to show off her cleavage. At least she’d find out how tough her new armor was going to be. All she had to do now was find somewhere to hide, let them take each other out, and then sweep in at the last second for a cheap shot with one of her new weapons

Amanda looked around the bar as the unusual mix of creatures and knights prepared for the brawl, but there was someone who caught her eye in particular. She was a girl with tan skin in a plain brown hoodie and sweatpants, but her bigger chest pushed the former out to expose a hint of slim midriff. She had short, curly dark brown hair that ended in a puff just behind her shoulders. A blush clearly crossed her cheeks, something that Manda so rarely saw on any of the ladies who had beat her ass lately.

Her suspicion felt confirmed when the hoodie girl glowed too. In a quick flash, her modest and modern outfit transformed into a dark blue sports bra top hugging her triple-D tits, some snug purple shorts, and a pair of striped purple-pink boxing gloves over matching boots. Her blush spread wider as she cracked an uncertain smile.

“Wait a second. Awkward as shit and trashy transformations?” Manda said to herself, too used to thinking out loud for her streams.

“Hey! Wait up. Are you stuck in here too…?”

She had just started to approach the other human when the bell rang again. Manda’s expression dropped as she realized her approach left her in the dead center of the impending rumble. A dozen brawling monstergirls charged in and clashed in a mess of punches and tackles, all of which had a miserably grunting Amanda stuck in the middle of the colliding bodies.

“MMF!”

She was knocked around by the tide of fighters until she ended up crushed between the busty knight’s armored tits and a taller orc’s armpit. Manda grimaced as her wits finally caught up with her and she pushed herself out of the tangled mess.

“Ugh! Get off me!” she griped as she thrashed her way out.

The she-orc had barely noticed her down there, but her complaint rang out among the wordless grunts and shouts of the rumbling fantasy fighters. The buff green woman in animal skins turned to her with her eyes going wide.

“One of them adventure girls! You’re always a good fight!” she barked in a deep but delighted voice. She grabbed Manda by the hair with both hands and lifted her off her feet, making her scream and kick around wildly.

“FUCK! FUCK, let go!” Manda wailed. Armor definitely didn’t help her when her hair was getting pulled out. She swung a few desperate kicks around until one caught the orc in the groin. The big green bitch grunted and let go of her to grab her pussy instead.

“Ha! Serves ya right, you-” Manda started when a thick arm wrapped around her neck. Her head bumped back against the familiar pillowy softness of the bikini armored knight.

“I shant allow foul play like that in honorable battle!” she insisted.

“C-c’mon! There’s no winning with you people here, is there?!” Manda groaned.

She gagged as the knight she’d bumped into earlier lifted her off the ground, this time by a chokehold. Amanda’s eyes bulged as she choked and flailed uselessly in the strong strong grip. She darted her eyes around wildly but anybody else was too busy hurting or wailing on somebody else to help her.

Suddenly she remembered. She’d blown all that gold at the weapon shop, so she focused on conjuring her menu. She darted her eyes towards Inventory and then at Folding Chair x1. A shiny silvery chair appeared in Manda’s hands and she quickly swung it back over her head. There was the strange clang of the folding chair connecting with a woman’s tiara-like helmet, but the knight backed off reeling all the same.

“Finally!” Amanda choked out.

She rubbed her neck and whirled around, swinging the chair with all her might. She was actually impressed by how easily she did it and how smooth the swing went, having never done anything like it in her life. She chalked it up to the game’s stats and strange mechanics as it clanged across the knight and the orc’s face in one broad sweep, knocking them both to the ground.

“Damn. This stuff works better than I thought!” Amanda admitted as she admired the improvised weapon. “Guess I’m a heel after all. Ha!”

With a wild cry, a woman with a luchador mask, leotard, and the lower half of a snake came charging towards Amanda. Manda didn’t bother wondering how the leotard worked on a body like that as she rammed the chair forward, jabbing the chair legs into her tits. The naga huffed and bucked back holding her bouncing breasts.

“Ha! How you bitches like that! The tables are turn…”

The chair in her hand shivered and glowed before it shattered to pieces. Her jaw dropped as she stared at her empty hands as the naga took the distraction to whip her tail upward, snapping it sharply into Amanda’s crotch. She gasped and doubled over, looking every bit as shocked as the orc had been when she did the same. Probably worse, considering she wasn’t a huge buff monster and the kick was replaced by a whipping python’s tail.

“I’ll teach you to bring a weapon to a bar brawl!” the blue-haired snake girl scolded her.

The tail wove between Amanda’s crossed legs, wrapping around each of them before pulling them out from under her. The strong tail flexed like a huge constrictor snake, spreading out Manda’s legs in a perfect forced split. She screamed as the elastic rode up into her freshly damaged groin, pawing at her aching crotch in the snakegirl’s twisted submission hold.

“YAAAA! FUCK! FUCK, LET GO! At least let me fix my… tights! NNGH!”

Amanda suddenly grunted as a goblin in a leather bikini landed an elbow drop across her chest. Her boobs squashed together, jiggling wildly under the opening in her leotard as she huffed for air. The goblin giggled mockingly as she scrambled around to plant a fat green booty in her face. The thonged green cheeks wiggled around to rub her swampy stink into her nose and mouth.

“Heehee! Thanks for the easy win!” the goblin girl snickered, flashing Manda a wink and a peace sign. She bounced in place, bopping her butt into her face.

“At least hurry up and end it already! I don’t care! Fuck!” Manda ranted beneath her.

The goblin was much more interested in making the match more fun. She grabbed and tore open the center of Manda’s outfit, pinching and clawing at her tits as she pulled hard on her nipples. Manda’s shrill screams rang out louder against her butt and pussy, but the goblin just humped her face harder now that she’d added vibration to the mix. She pulled aside her bikini bottom to let her slick wet pussy mash over her mouth. It wasn’t long before the shortstack squeaked happily, arching her back and grinding her squirting pussy over Manda’s face.

“Hya!”

A shrill and eager cry suddenly interrupted the moaning goblin. A leathery smack sounded as the girl with the boxing gloves slugged her in the face, sending the facesitting monster flying off with a comical squeal. Amanda spat out the sticky green cum as she saw the brunette stepping over her body.

“Take that! Annnd that!” she insisted as she took another swing.

Her punch caught the naga in the face, knocking her head to one side. The tan girl planted her feet and unleashed a barrage of gloves at her, beating the blue-haired naga silly with blow after blow. Her eyes rolled around after around the tenth punch, her fanged mouth gawking open as her tail went limp around Manda’s legs. She hastily scrambled up to a sitting position, rubbing her legs and glad to close them back around her aching groin. She did her best to resist the urge to rub her crotch in front of her rescuer as the new girl slammed a huge uppercut into the naga’s jaw. Her head flew back and the snake-woman fell limp to the ground as the brunette offered Manda a gloved hand. She grimaced as she took it to help herself back up.

“Hey. Hope you don’t mind me stepping in,” the new girl apologized.

“Oh please! Help yourself,” Manda groaned as she staggered up to her feet. “There’s plenty of action to go around.”

The tan boxer giggled.

“I know, right? Isn’t this fun? There’s so many kinds of fighters going around with so many moves. And they can hit so hard and really make you suffer when they get in a good choke or cheap shot and make you look like such a horny pathetic slut in your skimpy outfit all covered in bruises... haha~! I mean what?”

The boxer’s smile grew wider and wider as she talked about getting her ass kicked by monsters, just to blush and try to break into a more casual expression. Her eyes darted away from Manda, who gave her an absolutely baffled stare.

“Right. Sure. So were you sucked into the video game or not?!” she pressed urgently.

“Oh me? Yea! I thought you looked like a regular person. I mean, like a real world human, not just like the humans around here like the peasants and stuff…”

With the brawl going on behind her, the tan girl didn’t see it as a red-skinned demon girl dove in and grabbed her by the hair. Her eyes went wide as the demon spun her around and slammed a few more sucker punches into her gut. The brunette huffed noisily and let out a long groan while she bent over as her soft stomach was beaten in.

“Hey! Fuck off, we’re walking here!” Manda snapped.

She rushed in and clotheslined the demoness hard enough to send her flying head over heels, flipping backward a few times before she crashed into and through a nearby table. Manda shook out her arm and rolled her eyes.

“Jeez, the people around here. Sorry I didn’t see that one coming.”

The boxer girl shook her head. She clutched her stomach even as she smiled.

“Heh… don’t worry. It’s kinda fun, right? Just that tingly after feeling when they punch you in the guts or boobs or sit on you and call you dirty names. Or if you’re really lucky they start punching you in the pussy and you cum so hard even while it hurts~!”

The boxer was clearly breathing heavily now, and it didn’t seem to be because of exhaustion from the fight.

“By the way, I’m Mollie.”

She offered Manda a gloved hand again. The redhead streamer frowned at it before deciding to just hit it with a fist bump.

“Manda. So if we’re both trying to get out of this game, we may as well work together, right?”

“OH! I mean, I'm not in a RUSH to leave a place as nice as this, but I’d love to party up!” Mollie gushed.

“But I thought you looked pretty tough to be the only other person transforming for the fight here, so I was hoping you’d be willing to really knock me out when we win the brawl. Like smack me around and call me names while you go all out with your special attacks~!”

Manda nodded along as calmly as she could. The girl was clearly much more into this than she was, and was begging for the pain and humiliation that the game was dishing out. The boxing masochist was a lot luckier and happier to be stuck in the Wrestle Kingdom world than Amanda was.

“Yea, sure. Whatever,” Amanda replied, happy to get the conversation over with.

She ducked as a stocky dwarven girl was thrown at her like she was a piece of furniture. She crashed behind the bar as Manda looked back at the especially tall girl with dragon wings, horns and a tail.

“Who else challenges Fyra!?” she boomed as she stormed towards the two captive gamers.

“Yessss!” Step on me, mommy~!” Mollie squealed with excitement, squeezing her gloves together hopefully.

“Not helping!” Amanda barked.

Thinking quickly, she got behind Mollie and pushed her towards the approaching dragoness. The tan boxer looked back at her in surprise, but she looked more delighted than concerned.

“You wanted your ass kicked, right? Go get her!”

The tone of “better you than me” felt implied, but Mollie didn’t care at all.

“Oh good idea! Then I can-”

Fyra’s wing swept out, smacking Mollie across the face. Her head whipped with the blow,, spinning all the way around before she was grabbed in a mighty bearhug. The humanoid dragon’s arms wrapped around her chest, digging into Mollie’s breasts with her claws as she squeezed. The shorter boxer was lifted up with a cartoonish bone-crunching sound as she let out a shrill, quivering cry. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to drool, but the wide smile on Mollie’s face made it unclear if it was out of pain or pleasure.

“Yea, you handle that. Great job,” Manda assured her as she went rushing off in the other direction.

She made sure to sidestep a wolfgirl and catgirl tangled up in a frantic fight, rolling across the floor like intersecting traffic. The werewolf bit the other girl’s boobs while the feline fighter was clawing at her ass while they tore each other’s clothes off, but Manda wanted no part in that. She finally reached her real goal and leapt over the bar, ducking behind the cover and catching her breath. She finally found the time to wipe off the last of the goblin cum from her face.

“Good evening, traveler. Can I help you?”

The voice was so familiar that Manda looked up and recognized the big jiggling chest of the bubbly barmaid she’d met coming in. She sighed in relief to realize it was just another NPC vendor.

“I’m good,” she muttered to the slim but chesty elf.

“Just make sure nobody notices me, could ya?”

“Can I help you… get knocked out!?”

The smiling elf’s eyes suddenly widened into a much more predatory smile. Manda’s mind raced to try and get a head count on the brawlers she’d seen on the floor, but she couldn’t eliminate the idea that the barmaid had joined the members of the melee.

She swept a kick into Manda’s belly, immediately winding her. She huffed and fell to her knees when the elf reached behind her and grabbed the back of her costume. She lifted it up with surprising strength for a glorified waitress, lifting the redhead off her feet in an atomic wedgie on her leotard. Manda shrieked in her freshly found breath as the elf bounced it up and down, flossing it between her ass and pussy before suddenly pushing it back down. The loosened tights hung off Manda’s body as her face crashed down into the bar, bouncing off the hard wood and slumping over it in a battered heap.

“Coulda… warned me you were fightin’,” Manda muttered as she tried to help herself up.

“You sure don’t look like a fighter.”

“Service with a smile!” the elf chimed.

Her sweet voice was suddenly followed by smashing a bottle to pieces over Manda’s head. Her eyes rolled dizzily as she flopped over to her back, leaning back on the bar as she rubbed her head.

“Oh yea? Well I want a refund, bitch!”

Manda brought up her inventory and focused on Spice Potion. Despite its cutesy name, she felt like she had seen enough TV and videogames to know what a fantasy version of pepper spray looked like. She summoned the potion bottle shaped like the compact self defense weapon into her hand, just as the elf slammed a double uppercut into Manda’s tits. Her small orbs drove into her ribs as she squealed and hugged her chest protectively.

“OWW! That’s it! You’re asking for it!”

She kicked out hard enough to drive the elf back and raise her weapon once again. She frowned at it as she realized she wasn’t sure which way was which, making a wild guess and hitting the spray button. Manda had clearly guessed wrong as the red fog sprayed out of the top into her own face. Hearts bubbled up in her eyes rather than a stinging pain and she felt her body go slightly numb. She slumped against the bar as the elf smiled mockingly down at her.

“Or just help yourself, I guess,” she laughed playfully.

Manda tried to raise her hand to fend her off but her limbs felt like they were made of butter. She could barely lift them and they merely pawed and groped at the sleek elven barmaid, her ability to fight back clearly sapped away by the potion.

“Don’t feel so bad. A faceful of Spice Potion would do that to anybody,” the barmaid giggled.

“And since you’ve already got a faceful…”

The busty elf leaned into Manda and squashed her hefty breasts over her face. They popped right out of her dress with little prompting, the fat orbs smacking down on Manda’s face before spreading out enough to cover her nose and mouth. Her eyes went wide before even those were covered up, completely smothered by the tavern wench.

She shuddered as the potion messed with her senses. It felt a lot better than it should have with the spray making her feel so weak and yielding, realizing her hips were pumping at the elf’s thigh several moments after she’d already started. She moaned in a muffled haze as all she could recognize in the fleshy darkness was the chat going wild with taunting, praising or just plain horny comments about her humiliating position.

“Don’t worry. I’ll put you in your room once you’re out,” the elf assured her sweetly despite her crushing position.

Manda just moaned, drooling and panting under the hefty tits. She went limp apart from her grinding hips, which kept going out of control. It made her grimace as she found her body moving without her approval and even arched as she came on her fighting rival’s thigh. That made her already fading mind snap as the last straw, making her give one last, pathetic mewl before she collapsed on the bar.

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Amanda woke up in an unfamiliar room, though at least it looked like any other room at an inn she would expect. She was immediately healed the second her eyes opened, and while the humiliation and strangely sweet smell of elf sweat lingered, she actually didn’t have any soreness or aches like she usually did. It was a mixed sense of relief as she stretched out, just to nearly smack somebody in the face.

“Whoa, shit!” she yelped as she felt her hand brush past Mollie’s hair. “Sorry! Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

The busty boxer girl (now back in her hoodie and sweats) smiled and nodded.

“It’s ok. I was kinda hoping you’d hit… but it’s fine! Really. I got a really hot beating down in the bar.”

Amanda sighed and sat up on the bed.

“Yea, sorry for ditching you back there. They musta had a field day with you like they did me.”

“Not as much as I’d have liked,” Mollie shrugged.

“I always forget just how hard I hit so when I try and squirm and be a good jobber for them, I end up knocking some of them out. It’s kinda hard to get a proper beating when the enemies are all so easy.”

“EASY!?” Manda blurted. She hadn’t won a wingle fight since she got sucked into the game.

“Well yea. I was looking at your stat block while you were out…”

“You can see my stats!? Wait wait… I HAVE a stat block!?”

“Haha! Well yea, obviously. It was part of character creation. The tutorials were really useful, seeing where to put your skill points. I see you went with a lot of Fortune to make things tougher for more money. Good long-term goal, considering I put all mine into Strength and Stamina so my fights would last longer and I could get hurt more.”

Manda frowned angrily. She had just skipped over the tutorials and character creation for the sake of getting the stream going, while this girl wanted to lose and couldn’t because she’d played it smart. There were a lot of differences she was picking up on, and the more she learned about the busty masochist the more jealous she felt.

“But thankfully, I got knocked out by the wrestle witch in the last of the match. Second place wasn’t bad, but I think I got lucky on the drops.”

Mollie reached behind herself and produced seemingly from nowhere a pair of shiny, gold boxing gloves with black streaks like tiger stripes.

“I’ve never seen stats this high on my gear drops, so it almost feels unfair to do this much damage.”

“You get drops too!?” Manda blurted.

“Yea, if you score high enough, or usually when you win your matches. Especially for a boxer, since we rely on our equipment a lot more. So I’ve got more than I know what to do with.”

Manda sighed deeply as the chat popped up in the corner of her eye.

“Big titty boxer gf!”

“Knocked out again! GG.”

“Who’s this girl anyway?”

“Mollie confirmed for Smash!”

“Is this thing multiplayer?”

Manda frowned and flicked at the panel, swiping it out of her view.

“What was that?” Mollie asked, blinking at her vacantly.

“Oh. Just my stream chat. They’re being asshats again. They keep loving watching me get my ass…”

Mollie gasped and her eyes lit up.

“You’re a streamer!? That’s amazing! You must really know what you’re doing then!”

Manda hesitated. Clearly she hadn’t seen all the ragequits and epic fail montages online. Not that she was sucked at games so much as she sucked at actually wrestling with monsters, but she was no pro level gamer.

“You could… say that.”

“Do you mind if I come with you then? I bet we could get really far and get to some REALLY strong enemies that can finally beat me up real good like I want so I can cum even hard….”

Mollie stopped herself with a quick thump of her fist against her belly.

“Haha. I mean… uhh wanna party up?”

Manda looked over the pain-loving pugilist and shrugged. If nothing else, she was ready to take a hit for her when it came down to it, so maybe she could lose less than usual.

“Sure. Whatever. If you wanna tag along, I could use the help.”

“Yesss! You won’t regret it! I promise I’ll do anything to help! Get beat up, choked out, let you practice your submission holds on me, step on my face to work on my Stamina, knock me out every night to make sure I get a good night’s sleep and you get the extra XP…”

Mollie was all but drooling at the offer as a little text box popped up between them. “Mollie has joined the party!” it proclaimed.

“I am so gonna regret this,” Manda sighed to herself. Not like she had anything else working in her favor.

“So what are we going to go visit the wrestle witch?” Mollie offered.

Manda started listening to her again, apparently done with her submissive rambling.

“What?”

“The witch. She said she saw a ‘great destiny’ or something in me, so I figured she was talking about both of us as the only real world humans in the land.”

Manda shrugged and shook her head.

“Yea… sure. I don’t have any other leads.”

She felt another spark of jealousy as the busty boxer apparently lasted long enough in the brawl to get some kind of quest out of it.

“Great! She beat me up once already, so this should be lots of fun for both of us!”