Wrestle Kingdom: The Three Counts (Patreon)

Real late for a top-voted story, but I had to sort out some ideas. The theme for Fanji’s fighting style, who the second and third counts would be, what to do with the secondary match, what and how much the witch would tell them… lots of things to think about. Ended up more or less being their usual sort of story, but a big busy one so happy with how it ended up. I also had the joke of The Three Counts way before I knew they'd be actual characters.

I think I’ve said before, but I think I have an ending of Wrestle Kingdom in mind. Probably not anything too soon, but I know what the finale will be like. Probably some goofy filler and fun stuff along the way, and can always revisit it with new characters or ones who exist within the world (say, a party made of a wrestler goblin, elf and dwarf). Not to say I’m wrapping things up, but I loosely know how it’ll go and the story feels like it deserves an ending with all the destiny and mystery I’ve set up.

But for now, wrestling vampires and literal punch ghosts. And don’t forget the recent reward art of the Wrestle Witch earlier this month! Also, special mention to https://twitter.com/SpectralSluggin as the creator of Fluxia when I needed a third count and decided to use them in their own fight.

Manda had to admit that she felt refreshed after the relatively long break. The party didn’t really get hungry or tired besides the aches after a match, but she felt a little more relaxed and satisfied when they got back to their trip. They followed Manda’s quest marker towards the very edge of Wrestlevania where they saw a small, isolated cottage.

Manda had only seen the Wrestle Witch once before, but it screamed her aesthetic already. It was a simple structure with a few feathered dreamcatchers or other trinkets hanging over its porch. It also stood atop two long, shapely woman’s legs ending in stylishly patterned wrestling boots, looming a good 10 feet off the ground. A rope dangled in front of it with a full wrestling/boxing ring bell attached with “Please ring for service” on a little sign attached to it.

“This is still dumb as shit,” Manda pointed out, even as she reached out and hit the bell.

It chimed with the familiar, even haunting sound of a ring bell that seemed to start all their matches. No ring sprang up beneath them, but there was a puff of smoke that filled the air in front of them. There was a rush of air and Manda suddenly found herself pinned to the ground with a firm weight on her back. She didn’t have to wonder what it was for long before she felt the almost as familiar feeling of her legs being pulled up behind her head in a back-cracking boston crab. Manda let out a startled wail as her flat chest was squashed against the ground by a curvy ass between her shoulder blades.

“Aha! Tis you! What a sight to see

A full group of good company!”

The Wrestle Witch floated back to her feet, draggin Manda up with her in a chokehold. When she let go, the redhead wrestler flopped back down into the dirt. It almost made her wish she had the padding of a ring mat to cushion her fall. She looked up with a grimace as the witch settled back onto her high heeled boots. She was a curvy woman in a black and white dress with long, dark blue hair. Her fair skin made her dark lipstick and clothes stand out extra clearly, and her wrestling theme was clear despite all her witchly markings. Her hat had a championship belt wrapped around the base of its point, and the broomstick in her hand had a wooden fist at the end. For all her curves, she clearly had some bulk to her arms and legs that showed her as physical as she was magical.

“You had time to pull off a hold and not check my face?” Manda grunted as she pushed herself up and dusted off her clothes.

“Mistake not caution for mania

A dangerous place is Wrestlevania,” the Wrestle Witch warned.

“Right. Almost forgot. You’re the Wrestle Witch of Wrestlevania. You came from the kingdom that has the laziest naming conventions,” the redhead scoffed.

“You could always practice on me~!” Mollie offered with a happy quiver to her voice.

The witch smiled at her, then glanced over at the others.

“Name’s Tessa,” the sexfighter waved at her.

“Mingxia,” Ming added when she picked up on what was happening a moment later.

“The chosen heroes, numbered four

Gathered here upon my door.

The way back home be not far

But you will find the way still barred

The borders west, none come nor flee

Without the blessing of the Counts of Three.”

Manda didn’t even bother answering. She threw up her hands and looked at the others. Tessa snapped her fingers.

“The three counts! We saw that sign on the way into town. They’re the heads of this place and they must keep a close watch on the town’s borders.”

The witch smiled wide and nodded.

“A clever party! Sharp and wise!

The counts shall yield to your mighty thighs.”

“Well SOMEbody better sit on me before we hit the next inn or I’m going to consider today kind of a bummer,” Mollie pouted.

“It sounds like we’re going to have to wrestle somebody to get through their western gate, so let’s roll. Where can we find the counts?”

The witch raised her broom, pointing its fist out towards the largest gloomy castle at one end of town with a knowing smile.

“Honestly, thanks for skipping the poetry slam. But… what exactly is all this about? This prophecy crap that we’re chosen for.”

The witch nodded and raised her broom, making it float and crossing her legs as she sat astride it. She leaned her toned arms on her knees, making cleavage spill out on her dress.

“Four souls from the world above

Blessed with the goddess’ love

Shall carry out their divine duty

Spread their gifts of love and beauty

Bring peace to the land abnormal

And free those imprisoned through a final portal.”

Ming clicked her tongue, looking about as unimpressed as Manda was confused.

[World peace. Return home. Sounds like generic fantasy plot to me,] she dismissed.

“Okay. No problem,” Tessa shrugged. “Let’s go tell some fancy nobles that we’re the chosen ones and that we can take care of ourselves out in the spooky woods and that’ll be that. Assuming you can’t just pull some strings for us, your witchness.”

The Wrestle Witch sighed.

“My influence here wanes and wavers

I cannot do you such a favor.

I must travel up ahead

We’ll meet again destinies have led.”

The witch waved to them and floated up and back inside her hut. They watched as its ladylike legs perked up and the cottage trotted off at a dainty gait deeper into the woods. Manda shook her head as the quest marker turned to lead them towards the castle.

“Even when she tells us outright what’s going on,” she muttered. “It’s a little song instead of an answer.”

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Getting into the castle of the counts turned out to be no problem at all. Asking at the front gate got a big frankenstein-looking guard with an undersized helmet to lead them to a formal meeting room. Three eerie figures set at one end of a long oaken table, clearly the leaders in question. They were looking over various scrolls and notes when they looked up at their newest guests.

One was a purple-skinned creature with bright pink hair, fangs and no pupils. She wore a pink leotard with a gold star on her big round bosom. She eyed them with a confident look of curiosity, as best they could read from her empty-eyed gaze.

The second was a thin, slightly tall woman with straight black hair. She had a clear vampiress energy about her, dressed all in black and pale skin and heavy makeup like many of the fancier locals. She held a long cigarette-holder with no actual cigarette in it, in what Manda had to question if it was a stupid censorship move by the “game.” She had a bony, weary look to her, dressed in a long, sheer dress with a broad hat.

The last…

“That’s a fucking Muppet,” Manda hissed to the others.

She pointed at the short, cartoonishly round-featured man with purple skin, a high-collared cape, and pointed ears, nose and teeth. Large, floppy hands pawed over his paperwork clumsily, and he never appeared to stand anywhere with his waist or lower showing.

“AH! New visitors. Velcome, velcome,” the weird little vampire man greeted.

“I swear to god that’s a puppet,” Manda hissed between her teeth to Mollie. The boxer cracked a breath of a snicker but she held it in.

“Hello there. People of such obvious prestige must be The Three Counts of Wrestlevania!” Tess said, stepping up and clearly pouring on the charm.

“We have business off to the west and I understand we need your permission to leave through those gates. I would love it if we could leave you to your business and hurry along getting us permission to leave. We’re chosen heroes, you see, and we have a world to save.”

The little felt vampire threw up his noodly arms.

“Oh course! Ahaha! Who would I be to keep travelers from continuing their journey!?”

Tess winked at the others assuringly.

“Thank god. I was worried we were going to have to fight the puppet for a second,” Manda sighed.

<I was worried she was going to fuck the puppet,> Ming noted in dwarvish.

Mollie choked trying to contain another laugh.

“Perfect! We’ll just be on our-” Tessa started.

“Now now,” the purple woman spoke up suddenly. She floated out of her chair with a spectral glow.

“No law or motion is passed until all three of the counts are satisfied with the decision and conditions. I see no reason to allow you to go so easily.”

“Countess Fluxia, be reasonable,” the puppety creature tried to persuade her in his casual tone.

The listless skinny woman sighed and spoke in some kind of heavy Russian accent.

“She raises a good point. We cannot send them so easily into the dark lands without showing they are capable. If they are chosen heroes, we don’t want to set them loose to instantly get pinned by werewolves or something. We’d have to approve them to leave all over again when they respawned.”

Fluxia nodded from her spot floating in the air. She gestured and telepathically floated her chair up to float right beneath her so she could sit even while she flew.

“You see? Count Juan Tuthree may be easily persuaded, but I’ll need some proof. If any one of you can ten minutes against me, I’m sold.”

“Pickmepickmepickme,” Mollie rambled quietly.

“She does have the highest level and the most HP out of us,” Tessa pointed out.

Manda rolled her eyes. “Sure. Go nuts,” she conceded.

“Yesssss…”

“Just don’t nut too hard now,” Tessa chuckled as they poofed out of sight, presumably into another ring of their own.

Tessa smiled at the woman in black.

“Would that be enough to satisfy your concerns, Lady…”

“Countess, please,” the third council member droned. “Countess Fanjia Musclemash. And while Flux may be content to toy with one of you for her own amusement, I would need actual proof.”

She stood up with what looked like it took a fair amount of effort.

“You three will face me. You win, you get my seal of approval. Sound good, da?”

“Sounds lovely,” Tessa agreed.

A whirl of shadowy smoke whipped around them, but neither of them were terribly surprised when it just created a large black wrestling ring underneath them. Fanjia’s dress turned into  black leotard that rode high between her pale thighs. The girls changed into their fighting gear and took up fighting stances.

“Lucky us, we got the scrawny one,” Manda muttered. “So let’s just do last time’s approach, but better. Hit her from all sides and swap in and out, right?”

[This should be fun. What’s the plan, geniuses?] Mingxia asked.

“Oh right,” Manda muttered.

Tess gave Ming a signal, pointing ahead with two fingers towards Fanjia. She nodded, whether she actually got it or not, and the bell rang to call them to action. Manda cursed under her breath and broke into a sprint towards the other end of the ring… just to see Fanjia was nowhere to be seen.

“Okay… so we’re wrestling the invisible woman?” she asked as she trotted to a stop.

“Not invisible Just fast.”

Fanjia was already standing in their corner behind all three of them. She threw a casual kick into Manda’s back, sending her staggering forward and flailing for balance. Tessa went to grab her but the vampiress dodged her in a dark blur. Tess went right past her and ended up grabbing Ming instead, falling into a kiss with her. The Korean girl’s eyes went wide and flashed with heart-shapes before Tess broke off the embrace.

“Ah shit. Didn’t see you there, Minnie.”

[My first magic kiss…] Ming mewled as she staggered in a daze.

Tess didn’t see Fanjia coming when she slapped her across the ass. She squeaked and jumped, whirling around to catch her as the speedster whizzed past her again. The vampire ducked under her arms and punched her in the stomach on the way going by. Tessa kept turning and grabbing at her but she couldn’t get her hands on the speedy countess long enough to get any of her status affects on her. She just kept flinching as the noble smacked around  her tits, ass and face faster than she could track.

Ming finally shook off her stun and dove in from behind, snapping a low kick into Fanjia’s ankle like a sliding soccer player. The dark countess tripped over her, slowing for a split second before darting away from the both of them.

“Nice surprise, but you can’t catch me that easily,” Fanjia noted with a tutting wave of her finger.

“I don’t think she was the surprise,” Tessa pointed out, nodding behind the vampire.

Manda pounced on her back, wrapping her arms around Fanjia’s neck. The countess gagged and staggered before breaking into another black blur of a sprint. It only went a few feet before she stumbled to another stop.

“I don’t care how fast you are!” Manda laughed at her, mashing her petite breast against her back.

“I don’t let go at all And if you’re going anywhere, you’re taking me with you. And I’m slow as hell!”

“Weird flex, but I’ll take it,” Tessa decided as she grabbed Fanjia by the front.

The overwhelmed count was caught between them as Tessa pushed her deep, dark cleavage into her face. Manda winced as they proved to be big enough to not only swallow up her opponent’s face but to bump against the redhead’s cheeks. It still did the trick as her scrawny body wobbled even more in the surrounding smother.

[Looks like we overleveled for this one. Let’s wrap this up!” Ming called.

Manda didn’t understand the subtext but Ming unwrapped one of her bandages, whipping it around the top rope and pulling it tight like a fifth set of ropes. Manda took a second to realize what she was doing before rushing the short distance into the wrappings. She stretched them and shot back like a slingshot.

“Incoming!” she shouted in time for Tess to dodge aside, letting her flying dropkick smash right into the surprised vampire’s face. She flew head over heels backward, flipping in midair a few times before landing flat on her face.

“Not so tough once we catch you, lightweight,” Tess chuckled, grinding her heel onto her back.

Ming and Manda joined her in stomping away at the downed countess, ensuring she was too worked over to do much of anything. Once she was groaning and laying limp on the mats, Manda finally grabbed her legs, flipping her over and sitting on her chest for a pin.

“Easiest boss fight ever,” she scoffed. “1! 2! THYOWWW!”

Fanjia barely had to raise her head to bite into Manda’s ass. She tried to leap away but she was stuck in place as the vampire held onto her thighs, keeping her fangs locked in place.

“SHE’S A BITER! SHE’S BITING MY ASS! NOT IN THE SARCASTIC WAY!” the redhead shrieked and flailed around.

Ming leapt and landed a kick to Fanjia’s head, breaking the two of them apart. The vampiress took a mouthful of Manda’s shorts with her, spitting them out and leaving her bottoms falling off her. She awkwardly tried to cover up while Fanjia’s eyes flashed red.

“A tasty recharge. But this isn’t my final form! Behold my Bloodsport fighting style transformation!”

A large black coffin with silver decoration appeared back in her corner and opened. She zipped into it in a flash and the coffin fell to the ground, rattling around a moment before swinging back open. What emerged they could only assume was still Fanjia. She was still pale and darkly dressed, but she had put on two or three hundred pounds. Her dress was so small for her that it fit more like a revealing leotard, clinging to her prize-winning pumpkin sized breasts and a round belly that pushed out nearly as far. She smirked confidently as she jiggled into a wide martial arts stance.

“Now let’s try all that again, shall we?” Fanjia asked

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Manda groaned, slouching in fatigue already. “At least Mollie had better be doing her job.”

---

Mollie was being pummeled all over the ring. She’d taken a couple swings early on but it turned out that boxing a ghost wasn’t a very direct concept. Fluxia vanished and went intangible through Mollie’s attempts at hitting her before popping her with a surprising uppercut. Just the impact alone and the spray of her own spittle over her face and chest got the chesty masochist ready to submit to her teasing whims.

Fluxia bashed Mollie in the face, making her stumble back before teleporting behind her. The ghost fighter brought her gloves crashing in from either side, sandwiching Mollie’s breasts together from either side. She let out a startled cry that quickly turned into a moan. The chest paints made her twitch and tingle as she cracked an unsteady smile.

“So you’re sucker for punishment, huh? I could make it last even longer than ten minutes if you’re good,” the pink phantom laughed.

“More… pleaaaase,” Molly mewled, her legs turning to jelly but keeping herself up in case she’d stop when she fell.

Fluxia giggled and nibbled on her ear roughly.

“How can I say no to such a polite request? Pain suits you anyway,” she giggled.

One of her gloves left Mollie’s chest, going behind her and reaching through her back. The glove phased through just long enough for the boxer to notice it before it swung low and hard, bashing right into Mollie’s crotch. She doubled over and gave a sloppy moan as she creamed her trunks, starting to sag. Fluxia gave a bemused chuckle, but Molle’s gloves rubbed around the phantom glove. Fluxia looked puzzled but Mollie looked over her shoulder at her with wide eyes and an eager grin.

“I said I wanted more,” she panted, her tenderized chest heaving as she whirled around.

She swung instinctively, trying to provoke more action out of the pink countess but landing an actual punch to her face instead. Fluxia’s head whirled around on her shoulders before stopping it on straight again. The ghost frowned and floated back out of the drooling masochist’s reach.

“Getting greedy are we?” she mused, rubbing her cheek with her arm and reclaiming her smirk.

“Then how about this? My flashiest fan favorite technique; Punchergeist!”

Fluxia snapped her fingers, which was impressive enough with her gloves on. Dozens of purple-pink lights flashed around Mollie and formed into floating, disembodied boxing gloves aimed towards her.

“Flashy enough for you? Not a single part of you will be left unpunched after this!” Fluxia grinned.

Mollie was practically glowing with excitement.

“Yes, mommy~! Hurt me moooore~!”

---

The rest of the party was back to struggling with their opponent. Fanjia was predictably slower than her previous form, but nowhere near as much as her blimpy build should be. She moved gracefully between them, smacking or slamming them to the ground before they could do much to her.

Ming tried to backpedal away as Fanjia came at her, the fatty vampire throwing palm strikes and chops her way. She avoided them until she hit a corner and took a deep, penetrating palm to her abs. She huffed and doubled over, spraying spit over the broad body. Fanjia smirked and lifted her high over her head, clutching her by her scarf and shorts.

“Impressive what a little drink can do for one’s health and spirits, no?” her accented voice taunted before bringing Ming swinging down onto her chubby knee.

The thick leg made for a rough landing as Ming bent over backward in the backbreaker. She gagged as her eyes popped wide as the impact rocked her body into a twitching mess. Fanjia flung her off but kept a grip on her clothes, tearing them off her as she went flopping to the mats.

“Gotcha, fatass!”

Manda jumped onto Fanjia from the side, grabbing her in a headlock. She gave a sharp pull, but once again, she learned her grip was stronger than she was. She was left dangling off the suddenly much heavier vampire like a particularly large necklace.

“I’ll have you know this isn’t even my final form… and yet all of them are beautiful,” the vampiress growled.

“Uhhh… big help, anybody?” Manda yipped, but Fanjia swung a meaty elbow into her crotch.

The redhead grappler grunted loudly, losing her grip to try and cup her crotch. Fanjia caught her by the top and swung her into a judo throw, tearing her clothes off as well in mid-swing. Manda grunted as she landed at her feet while Tessa leapt in at the blind spot. She threw a double palm strike of her own to Fanjia’s chest, digging her fingers into her big chubby tits and squeezing around her nipples. The vampiress froze with a pained squeak and a blush to her pale cheeks.

“Looks like you’ve got some weak spots after all,” Tessa chuckled as she pulled and stretched out her breasts, popping them out over her overly tight dress.

Fanjia winced but she grabbed Tessa by the hair, plowing into her and crushing her back against the ringpost behind her. The sexfighter grunted and slumped to the mats, sitting back against it. She knew what had to be coming after that, but she couldn’t get up fast enough as the sumo-sized vampire turned around.

“Now stay down, you little seat cushion,” Fanjia scoffed before slamming her huge ass backward.

The big cheeks clapped against Tessa’s face, pinning her to the corner and smothering her in the thick warm booty. She moaned and flopped weakly beneath the massive butt, pawing at the cheeks to even get a sense of the scale on the jiggling behind. Fanjia smirked back at her latest captive and raised her hands to face the other two.

“Well? Who’s next to get crushed by the countess?” she challenged them.

Ming winced and hesitated, but Manda waved a hand for her to wait.

“Nah, just a sec. Let her cook.”

“Cook? What foreign lingo is…? AHH~!”

Fanjia shuddered as Tess’ hands roamed over her thighs, tugging aside the dress to explore deeper between them. She massaged her ass and ran her tongue deeper between them while she rubbed her pussy, fully distracting and arousing the startled undead noble. Her jaw dropped and found herself speechless as her posture went slack. Tessa took a deep breath, and when she was sure that Fanjia was distracted she yanked up on her underwear, wedging it deep into her excited pussy and deep ass. Fanjia gave a startled wail as she rose her bulk up onto her tiptoes but didn’t budge.

“Gimme a boost!” Tessa called, leaning out from behind her wide ass as best she could.

[Only because that looked super funny!]

Ming nodded and leapt at the plump vampire. She managed to grab the Korean MMA girl out of the air, but she unraveled her bands enough to toss one over her shoulder to Tess. She gave a hard pull that yanked Tess up and over Fanjia with the leverage, and Tess held onto her lacey black thong along the way. Fanjia dropped Ming quickly and shrieked as their teamwork upgraded her wedgie to an atomic one, folding it over the vampire’s head and face. Fanjia stumbled blindly, flailing ahead of her as Manda dove in low and speared out one of her legs before quickly diving out of the way of her crashing down body.

“Got it!” Tessa gasped as she threw herself across Fanjia, landing on her big belly and raising a hand. She made sure to keep towards her lower half, away from the stunned lord’s fangs this time.

“1! 2!”

Fanjia raised a shoulder and her arm with it. She grabbed Tess by her face and her hand glowed with a deep red energy.

“Funny how humans think that vampires need to drain with our fangs. It’s really just more fun that way,” Fanjia snickered.

She shoved Tess off her and once again the coffin appeared in her corner. The countess zipped into it, letting it tumble over and rattle around again. The coffin exploded away this time, and Fanjia came out a bit lighter but still plenty bulky. She had gone from rail thin to a tubby martial artist to a hugely muscular new form. Her dress looked more like a singlet now as she flexed her thick arms and legs.

“I told you I wasn’t in my final form,” Fanjia boasted.

“I didn’t know this would be a casket match,” Manda groaned.

[What’s the line she keeps saying? I like how it sounds,] Ming pointed out with a smile.

Countess Musclemash sprang for Manda, slamming her with a clothesline from her massive bicep. It sent her spinning head over heels in place as she slid to a stop, grabbing Tessa by the ankle of her boot. She flung her up across her shoulders and leapt up, slamming her down in a torture rack across her powerful shoulders. The sexfighter huffed as her flexible body was stretched to its limits. Manda hit the mats in a moaning daze as Fanjia’s eyes zeroed in on Ming.

[Err… I think you two have her this time…] she muttered as she tried to awkwardly scoot away.

“Not so fast, little sneak!”

Fanjia dove after Ming, who just squeaked and winced away from her. The vampire’s grab missed her, but it hit the mats hard enough to make them quake and Ming to lose her footing. She was still best suited for team-ups and ambushes, so a head-on fair fight was less than ideal for her. She grabbed at the ropes, trying to climb up them and escape but Fanjia grabbed her by the back of her neck. The muscular monstergirl lifted her up in the air and spiked her back down, landing her crotch-first on the top rope. Ming wailed from the invasive pain, just for Fanjia to grab one end of the ropes and give them a hard shake. It caused a huge ripple that ran the full length of the ropes, raising and carrying Ming all the way down them like it was a powerful wave. She shrieked the whole way down as it rope-burned the naked Asian girl’s pussy until it crashed into the corner post. She squealed in pain and doubled over it as she kicked her feet in a pained tantrum.

“H-hey… back off,” Manda groaned, barely dragging herself up to her knees.

“You want more, mortal vermin? Very well. I will piledrive you into an early grave and teach you every definition of the term ‘tombstoning.”

Fanjia stepped towards her, cracking her knuckles as Manda heard a helpful pinging sound. She hurried to open up her menu and entered her contacts list.

“I’ve had enough of you, really. But pick on somebody your own size, cuz SHE’S alway up for some action!”

There was a flash overhead as a large shadow fell over Countess Musclemash. She looked up to see Suki flying down at her, the sumo cyclops flying down at her with an elbow drop. It certainly caught her attention, but Fanjia planted her feet and raised her arms, catching Suki in midair. The ring shook from the impact and the vampiress sweated and strained with effort, but she still held on to keep her steady. With a harsh grunt, she heaved Suki away from her and tossed her towards Manda.

“Crap crap crap! Remove contact! Delete!” Manda rambled, trying to dismiss her heavyweight summon.

It was too late as she landed with another earthquaking butt drop, sitting on and squashing Manda completely under her ass. The redhead’s limbs stuck out but the rest of her vanished under the crushing heat.

“Oh! There you are, Manda. Fancy seeing you like this again,” she laughed jovially.

“If that was all you wanted, I’d have squashed you for free rather than a summon!”

“NOM WUB I WAB-ID!” her muffled complaint vibrated under Suki just before the cyclops vanished.

Tess was right behind the disappearing cyclops, blowing a kiss and sending the lip-shaped projectiles at Fanjia. She swatted them aside with a swing of one beefy arm, but as it reached near the full reach of her swing she found it grabbed by Ming. She pounced off the ropes and drove her feet into the center of Fanjia’s back. The vampire reached for her with her other arm, but her musclebound form wasn’t as flexible as the others. She just caught the other wrist and quickly bound them together with her wrist wraps. She pushed into Fanjia’s center of mass and dropped her onto her chest, bending her leg up and hooking it within the bindings.

[You into this, you kinky muscle slut?] Ming taunted, smacking her on the ass.

“I am not! Let me go!” Fanjia grunted.

“I barely caught a word of that one. How about you?” Tessa asked Manda.

“I’m not sure, but I think she said almost the same thing to me once…”

The vampire struggled against it, but the awkward angle and working against her own muscle made her unable to escape. She was wrapped up like a bondgage Christmas present when the girls circled around her. They dogpiled onto her, Ming sitting on her back and Molly glad to pay her back by sitting on her face. Tessa sat on her toned ass and started rubbing between her legs, making her squirm uselessly even more.

“You give, bitch?” Tessa demanded, smiling now that they had her stuck.

“N-never! You foolish mortals… this isn’t even my final form!”

Fanjia turned into a dark fog and moved out from underneath them, lingering around them to glow red again. Sure enough, another coffin appeared in her corner. The mist flew inside and it rattled around again.

“BOOOO!”

All three of the girls heckled the retreating monster mistress. The coffin flew back open and she stepped back out in her skinny form from the start of the match.

“Oh double boo, you boring bitch! That doesn’t count! You’re just doing this shit in a loop!” Manda ranted at her.

“What!? It’s not my final form! I wasn’t lying!” Fanjia defended.

“No, you’re just full of shit! You had this shit rigged from the start!”

“Not at all. If you can pin me or make me surrender, I lose just like anyone else.”

[With infinite 1-ups like a shitty speedrunner bitch,] Ming scoffed, clearly annoyed herself.

“I don’t even know what the team gremlin said, but I agree with her tone! Get her ass!”

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“Had enough yet, loser!?” Fluxia laughed as her phantasmal gloves bombarded Mollie.

The tan boxer rocked in every direction at once, constantly contorted and pushed around as the barrage kept coming. A glove squashed her face out of shape, just for another to catch her chin and pop it up for another to come rocketing down into her nose. More battered her soft midsection while a jackhammer of blows peppered her chest. One of them caught on her cleavage, pulling her top down to let them speedbag her soft and powerless boobs around. Two hammered her nipples back inside her boobs before they popped painfully back out. Lower projectiles caught her by punching and bouncing her buns or walloping her in the crotch through her trunks. Her knees crossed until her shorts were sliding down her hips as well, her eyes rolling mindlessly.

“N-no… no way… m-MMF! More, mommy…”

Fluxia frowned at her response. She pushed up her glove to check her watch.

“Seriously? This is starting to get a little boring… alright, well let me get out the finisher before I’m out of mana, I guess… Hell’s Haymaker!”

She raised a glove and the barrage of gloves vanished. A swirling purple portal opened in the ring and a colossal red arm with a boxing glove the size of a car emerged. It clenched until its huge, veiny muscles bulged and reared back to copy Fluxia’s gesture. Mollie was too punchdrunk to dodge, but she managed to blink a few thoughts together.

“F-finisher…? But…”

Her eyes lit up as the giant hand came her way. She clenched one of her gloved fists.

“But it… I’m… I’m not FINISHED!”

Mollie threw her punch back at the oversized demon fist, smashing into the center and obliterating it into shards of crystalline red stone. Fluxia gawked at the sudden show of strength from the definitive power bottom. The pink ghost paled to a lighter shade.

“Uh… could you do that the whole time?”

“Huh? Oh geez, did I do that?” Mollie muttered, her absurd strength stat slipping her mind again.

Fluxia grimaced and wound up her next punch, rolling her shoulder.

“Alright, fine. I’ll do it the old fashioned way,” the ghost sneered.

She marched up to Mollie and the curly-haired boxer snapped a befuddled punch back at her. Fluxia started to go intangible again… just to realize she had burned through all of her mana. She wasn’t used to people dismissing her final spell, so she was fully tapped on her ghostly magic. So now she was completely unprepared for a direct hit to the face, warping her pretty pink face from the huge impact before she flew across the ring like a pinball.

“Just my luck… another lucky shot,” Mollie sighed in disappointment.

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The rest of the party kept grabbing and diving at Fanjia, but the vampiress was back to speeding around them all over again. She zipped right between them, smacking Manda on the ass, Ming in the face, and Tess across the tits without breaking stride. The girls flinched and fought to try and keep up, but kept falling shorts. The three barely dressed girls panted and sweated as they stared her down.

“You slippery shit. Why you gotta run if you’ve got all these backups?” Tessa huffed.

“It’s a weakness of you mortals. What can I say?” the skinny vampire shrugged.

Manda leaned on her knees and wiped sweat from her face. “I don’t know how much more I got in me, gang. Even my HP’s running out…”

“It’s not the HP we gotta worry about. We just need to keep her in one spot long enough to pin her,” Tess reminded her.

Manda groaned wearily, knowing she was right. Even if she got a grip on her, she’d just retreat again and…

The redhead blinked and shook her head. “Okay… I think I‘ve got something going here. You and Ming give her as little room to move as you can. I think I can finish the job.”

“No offense, but all you can really do is grab her. You sure you don’t want me to…?”

“No time, and who knows how good the dead girl’s hearing is. Let me at ‘er!”

Tess shrugged and gave her a quick healing smack on the ass. Manda charged in while Tess pointed Ming ahead of her. The MMA Bandit leapt out and lashed out with her unraveling wraps again. Fanjia tried to rush away from them, but she wasn’t aiming for her. Ming landed in front of her with her arms out on either side, wrapping her bandages around the middle ropes on either side to effectively cut the ring in half. Tess blew a few kisses her way, making her have to retreat as they erupted into puffs of pink where she’d just been. She backed right into Manda’s grip as she grabbed her in a full nelson, lifting and swinging her overhead. With a heavy grunt and a burst of strength, she suplexed Fanjia hard enough into the mats to make her entire dress flop up over her head, leaving her buried in the big black veil while her pale legs fell in opposite directions and exposed her pale pussy. Manda clumsily tumbled over with her, sitting on the back of her legs.

“1!” she barked out, but winced as she felt Fanjia bite into her leg. She felt lightheaded as her health bar started to give out, falling limply off the countess.

“Shilly girl. You’ll nebber ling long enush to learn,” the vampire hissed around her full mouth.

Licking her lips, the coffin arose in her corner and her body zipped into it in a flash. It tipped over and her body already started to fill with the drained energy and bloat up into her chubby form. Things just felt more cramped than usual.

“Sup? Shitty apartment you have here,” Manda scoffed into her ear.

“What!? How did you…?”

“Never gonna let you go, babe,” Manda smirked. Even in her exhausted state, her grappler abilities still had her latched onto her like a sweaty, naked vice. And with the coffin tipped over, it left her right on top of her while she was still changing forms.

“1! 2! MMF!”

Fanjia bloated up to her chubby form, squashing Manda against the edge of the coffin. She grimaced as the huge set of tits crushed her face against the coffin lid, but still managed to sputter out a “3!”

A great church bell rang somewhere overhead. There was a flash of shadow and smoke all around them and suddenly all four girls were standing back in the normal chambers of the counts. Manda wobbled on her feet, not used to having any energy left and getting used to the whiplash of the state of her body. Mollie looked around confused and blushed as she saw the others.

“Oh… hey. Your fight go good?” Mollie muttered.

“No,” Manda grunted.

“What do you mean? We won,” Tess pointed out with a proud smile. “Thanks to Manda’s quick thinking and handsy ways.”

“Yeaaaa,” Manda groaned. “But just once I’d like to win without also being a sweaty heap crushed by somebody’s ass or tits.”

[Keep acting like you’re not gonna be dono rich when you get back,] Ming teased with a mocking grin.

“How about you?”

“Uh… short answer is yes? I won the challenge,” Mollie said, scuffing a shoe on the floor.

Count Juan spoke up, looking to the frowning and slightly battered-looking Fanjia.

“Speakng of, where is countess Fluxia?”

A small pink orb with a pair of beady, pupiless eyes appeared floating next to him.

“I’m uh… taking a slight vacation from my usual form…” she muttered, barely more confidently than Mollie was in her bluff.

“But yes! I approve of these heroes’ safe passage beyond our borders.”

“Same,” Fanjia said lazily.

“Lovely! So good that we could all come to an agreement,” the puppety man gushed.

“Go with the blessing of the 3 Counts, and know that we hope you only see the best of our lovely countryside!”

“Doubt it!” Manda blurted, deciding pleasantries were no longer necessary. “Now let’s go see what’s going to beat the shit out of me next!”

“Yes pleaaaase,” Mollie chimed, skipping happily to follow her out of the meeting room.