Wrestle Kingdom: Hitting Rock Bottom (Patreon)

Another big piece, with dialogue partly to blame. Also just a lot of little fights in this one, and goofy worldbuilding. Also the first real major clues of what’s going on in the major story, which has been a gradual thing and not something I had planned from the start, but has been in mind for a few chapters at least. I knew the things I wanted to do with this story, but took me the better part of the month to figure out how to do them exactly. Lots of little callbacks to look out for, but I think for a rare occasion for me, this story isn’t ending soon but has a definite ending in mind. 

I had some Mollie and Manda pairing in mind early on for this one, but it felt like there was a lot in there already and I liked pairing up these duos since I don't feel like they get much time together while showing off their individal skills.

The ladies kept hiking up the trail into the Macho Mountains. The plain and sturdy stone seemed to gradually shift to proper steps with rubber strips for grip as they drew closer to their destination.

“So you all pay attention to this place,” Manda struck up the conversation to fill the dull but scenic walk.

“What should I know about these dwarves?”

“Well the witch said they’re shady mercenary types and to watch our backs. But honestly, ring dwarves were always just a little quirky back in Mudrissal,” said Tessa from the rear of the group.

“A little obsessive sometimes, and maybe a bit glitchy, but they always seemed trustworthy to me.”

“They built all the magic wrestling rings we fight in!” Mollie chimed in.

<Me and Mollie can speak their language. And they usually drop decent loot,> Ming added.

Mollie summed it up for the others since ring dwarf was the only mutual language they had with the Korean girl. Manda shrugged and turned back to look up the mountainside.

“Well I remember they’re tougher than they look for a bunch of shortstacks. So I guess watch yourselves when we get to Rock Bottom. Especially when even the friendly kingdoms seem to like kicking our asses for fun.”

“It really is fun, isn’t it~?” Mollie giggled, beaming and blushing just from the thought of being demolished by the stocky shorties.

Manda rolled her eyes.“Moll? Glad to have you along, but maybe not when we’re dealing with a bunch of amoral munchkins that could maybe glitch us off a cliff. But knowing this place, they’d probably want it to last a lot longer than that…”

“You think~!?”

Manda got a ping and lazily looked up at the chat in the corner of her eye.

“Moll, Cat In the Chat donated twenty bucks for me to mention you’re a big dumb cinnamon bun.”

“Awww~!”

They breached another cliffside and saw the entrance to the dwarf kingdom. A huge tunnel was carved out of the reddish brown stone, large enough that a small airplane could have landed inside. There wasn’t any major sign of security, and people of many races wandered around the mouth of the cave. Just inside the great hole was a tightly packed series of booths hosted by vendors of all sorts. Mermanagers, orcs, wrestle elves, sumo cyclopses, halflings and more browsed through food and wrestling gear. The ring dwarves were like the ones Manda had seen here and there along their journey. Like everyone else in the game, they were mostly female. They had varied looks, but they were all three or four feet tall with builds that varied from curvy to stocky to downright wide.

As they entered the bustling marketplace, Manda’s quest notifications appeared in front of her.

“Go to The Deep Market and find Alfa,” she read off for the rest of the group.

She glanced ahead and saw that the crowds thinned deeper inside the tunnel. The unwilling wrestler nodded for the rest to follow and went in deeper. The booths seemed to vanish for a short walk through the brightly torchlit cave, shining almost as clearly as daylight off the polished stone walls. A couple arcing paths in, they were fully out of sight of the entranceway and things sprang to life once again. This was clearly a deeper and darker form of life, closer to the kind of things Manda would have expected to find under a rock.

A sign warned “Deep Market: shop at your own risk” before breaking into a larger cave that housed more stone buildings and stalls. Many of the torches were dull, arcane blue or a shade of neon, and many shopping outsiders kept their heads down and hoods over said heads. This was clearly where the stranger and glitchier side of the dwarves came to life. Some groan worthy signs like “Will pay for bug reports” and “Haxor’s Axes” glowed with whatever passed for neon signs in this world.

“No more clues than that,” Manda noted as she closed her menu. “How do we find our gal in a place like this?”

“Manny, you’re thinking too much like a video game,” Tessa assured her with a pat on the shoulder.

“Because it IS a video game. A haunted-ass stupid video game…”

“Then let me show what some people skills and a few Charisma points can do.”

Tessa gave a few bracing tugs on her top and leggings, then took a long step right in front of a blue-haired dwarven woman. She intentionally shifted her weight to let her run face first into her ass.

“Oh! I’m sorry, honey! , didn’t see you there!” Tessa feigned a gasp.

“That counts as people skills? Hitting somebody with your butt?” Manda grumbled quietly to Mollie.

“In this world…?” Mollie acknowledged with an uncertain wince.

“And with that ass? I guess…”

“An ass you could bounce a quarter off of.”

“Or a ring dwarf, apparently.”

[All I can pick up here is the word ‘ass’ over and over,] Mingxia pointed out.

The blushing dwarf blushed as she dusted herself off. Tessa bent over to help her up, but more importantly to lean her hands on her knees and bring her cleavage closer to shortstack’s face. The blush only grew brighter.

“I’m just a little lost. First time here, and I’m trying to meet up with somebody named Alfa. That ring any bells?

The flustered dwarf sobered up for a moment.

“Huh? You’ll have to do better than that, miss,” she said as she accepted Tessa’s helping hand.

“You got any idea how many Alfas we have around here?”

Tess pursed her lips. Manda was surprised a game would reuse any name twice. Either they were running out of wrestling puns or this was part of the puzzle.

“Is there anyone especially… important named Alfa? Kind of a big shot…?”

The blue dwarf muttered and rubbed her chin.

“Well when you put it that way… there’s the Alfa who works at the bounty grappler’s guild… and then there’s Alfa who works the tinkering shop over by Southway…”

Tess gathered some quick directions from her before turning back to the group with her hands held out.

“There. Asked for directions. Good thing there aren’t any men playing this game, huh?” she smiled.

“Well I doubt we’re going to get a cozy cup of coffee from a place like this, so let’s split up and get this shit done” Manda decided.

She gave a sideways glance at one of the booths. Two ring dwarves traded coins before one raised what looked like a video game controller and clicked a button. The customer burst into screams and thrashed as he vanished into pixels. The clerk was so unphased that Manda couldn’t tell if that was what the customer had wanted or not.

“Sounds good. Molly, you and Ming since you’re the only one who can talk to her,” Tessa directed. “You girls hit up the bounty board. We’ll take the blacksmith one.”

[I’m going where now? I’m not sure that’s a great move,] Mingxia asked uncertainly.

“Come on, Ming. Maybe we’ll find a bounty so we can go a few rounds with them!” Mollie chimed as she dragged her off by the wrist.

Tess watched them go and clicked her tongue. “Maybe shoulda arranged a meetup time or a spot or something…”

“Oh relax, ‘mom,” Manda snorted. “We have our cell phones and we’re the fuckin’ heroes of destiny or something. It’d be a bullshit story if we died and got seperated in a shithole like this.”

Tess frowned and gave Manda a light slap on the arm.

“Don’t you call me a mom. I’m not that old yet!”

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Mollie and Ming navigated the strange stalls until they reached the bounty hunter guild. The sign advertised it as Olaf’s Dirty Bounties, but that appeared to be more of the strange branding that the dwarves were into. While Manda and Tess went towards the workshops, they went checking bounties and checking in with the clerks. Mollie found their girl Alfa at the front desk while Ming hung back out of line, eyes darting around the little office building warily.

“Hello! Have you come seeking a sidequest?” the round little dwarf woman asked.

A small crystal ball projected a menu with a few pixelated portraits on wanted posters. They were vaguely similar enough that Mollie had to assume they were randomly generated nobodies.

“Oh, ah… no thank you. We were actually looking into something bigger. Like if you had any MAIN quests available.”

The dwarf blinked up at her blankly from behind her desk.

“Like… anything to do with witches or destiny? Maybe the dark champion? Gods?”

Alfa stared with her frozen smile before gesturing at the menu.

“There’s lots to choose from,” she said, her eyes blinking out of sync.

Mollie blew out an exasperated breath. She tapped on one at random and walked off, deciding that one more possible opponent wouldn’t be so bad. She walked back to her teammate where Ming was leaning against a wall looking over some posters on the wall. She was back in her casual wear, which for the trolling gamer was an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts reaching only slightly lower than that.

“I don’t think this is the right Alfa,” Mollie said with a shrug of her hoodied shoulders. They had switched to talking in ring dwarvish as a default since it was just the two of them anyway.

“You find anything good over here, Ming?”

Ming turned to her and winced, giving a pinching motion at the air.

“Shh! Don’t use my real name around here, you idiot!”

Mollie’s eyes widened. She was surprised at the harsh talk, though it made her feel more excited than insulted.

“Why not?”

“Do you not remember when we met, tits for brains!?” Ming snapped in a harsh whisper. “I was The MMA Bandit! I was cornered by spawncamping bounty hunters. I don’t expect scrubs in the ass end of Halloween Town to recognize me, but you think these fucks wouldn’t gank me for the gold? ”

Mollie looked over Ming’s shoulder. Sure enough, there was one posted with a wickedly grinning Korean girl standing on a wrestle elf’s back with a sack of coins and gems in one fist.

“Okay… so what should I call you?”

Ming’s annoyed expression softened quickly. “I dunno. I didn’t think that far ahead, actually.”

“Is that maybe why you’re the only one of us who went crazy and started mugging everyone you met here?” Mollie offered meekly.

“It’s called grinding, knucklehead. It’s not like I had anything better to do,” Mingxia scoffed.

She socked Mollie in the upper arm.

“Now let’s move your cow tits and catch up with the others.”

“As long as you keep those smacks and insults coming, I’ll follow you anywhere~!” Mollie giggled, smiling widely.

Ming smirked back at Mollie and gave a quick, sharp backhand swat to her chest. The bulge in her hoodie wobbled around.

“You’re a freak, Mollie. Never stop it.”

They managed to leave the ODB without any attention, but they had barely stepped outside when a commanding voice belted out.

“Stop right there! I’m placing you under citizen’s a-wrestle!”

The girls looked up to see two more lady dwarves standing in the middle of the road. One pointed theatrically at them, though both wore heavy iron armor. They were thickly built and around four feet tall like most of the dwarves, but one had dark skin and long, silky black hair running over her armored shoulders. The other was freckled with a broad nose and red hair tied into fat pigtails that barely touched her shoulders. The redhead carried a long, thin folding chair slung over one shoulder, adding to her intimidating armaments.

“Oh jeez. Not now? I decline. Fuck off,” Ming tried to deflect like she was looking for a command word to blow them off.

“Nice try, MMA Bandit,” the redhead snorted.

“We’re pros at the bounty wrestlin’ gig. You’re messin’ with Megs and Lags. We used to be rogues an’ thieves ourselves before we straightened up and hunt scum like you. That’s why we’re The Rogue-Likes!”

The dwarves struck a little pose like they were a pair of Power Rangers. Ming frowned at them.

“Seriously? The Rogue-Likes?”

They immediately jerked into another pose when she said their team name again. Ming groaned.

“They really had to stretch for this one, didn’t they?” she said, rolling her eyes up at the ceiling.

“Maybe they ran out of wrestling puns,” Mollie offered.

“They’ve been making wrestling puns this whole time!?” Ming blurted, whipping around to stare at Mollie.

“Yesss? Rock Bottom? The Power Bombs? The Champagne Ship Coasts… do you not get these in your Korean version?”

“No! They’re the same! I just don’t know shit about wrestling! That’s for jock idiots!” Ming snapped.

Ming was distracted as the ring spawned beneath her. Megs and Lags stood in the opposite corner, their heavy armor immediately turning into light and transforming into wrestling singlets. Lags, the freckled redhead, was a bit on the chubby side while Megs had more muscular arms, but they were both very stocky and solid for their size. Ming had to change out of her casual wear into her tight shorts and top with her MMA wraps around her forearms and ankles. She gave an annoyed sniff.

“Okay, fine. Mol, let’s do the usual. You get your face in the way of their punches for a while and I’ll sweep in from the sides, okay? It’s win win. You get your ass kicked and I get off untouched.”

“Hiiii, Ming.”

Ming paused and looked behind her. Mollie was standing outside the ring, leaning under the ropes to wave at her from the ring apron. She was still dressed in her usual hoodie and sweats.

“Uh…?”

“It says here it’s your bounty so you’re the only one allowed to fight in this one. Super jealous, though.”

Ming let out an exasperated sigh. She paced in her corner rubbing her temples, grumbling a few curses.

“Did I ever mention how my whole build was for ambushing people and stunning them? Because it was. And it worked out great when they didn’t know I was coming or if I had decoys like you girls.”

The bell rang overhead as a few citizens started to gather around Mollie and the ring to watch. Lags and Megs both moved in on Ming as she cracked her knuckles.

“Okay. Fine. If I’m going down, I may as well go down to… The Rogue-Likes!”

The dwarves heard their name and immediately went into another snazzy pose. Ming’s eyes flashed as she grinned and broke into a sprint, leaping at the obvious opening. She whipped a roundhouse kick into the side of the brunette’s head, sending it popping to one side and smacking into Lags’. The rattled dwarves stumbled into each other as Ming went into a front flip. She wrapped her legs around Megs’ neck and flipped her over, snapping her head-first into the mats. The darker dwarf landed with a husky grunt and Ming still mounting her. Her hands flashed out in a speedy barrage of punches in a blur of action, creating a rapid ground and pound that smacked around her head and broad tits.

Lags finally seemed to snap out of her haze, hurrying over to rescue her teammate. She took a swing at Ming’s head, but the slippery MMA girl juked around it. She snapped a kick into Megs’ side, sending the brunette sliding across the mats and slamming into the redhead’s knees. The dwarves yelped as they collided again, tripping over each other as they both tumbled to the mats.

“Wow! Nice moves, Ming,” Mollie noted from ringside. Ming shrugged casually.

“Kind of my specialty. Opportunity attacks and crowd control. You think I was dodging bounty hunters and mobs on my own without some strat to this? These NPCs are chumps once I get them into the right positions.”

She stood over Lags and pulled her arm wraps loose, slipping it around the redheaded dwarf’s neck. She reeled it up like a leash, making her gag as she was hoisted back to her feet. Lags threw an elbow behind her, thudding it into Ming’s lower ribs and making her huff loudly. The dwarf wound up for another but the martial artist was ready to sidestep her while weaving her bandages around her arm as well. With a few quick twists, she bound her arm to the top rope and let the bandage slip to tie it off there.

“What the… hey! We’re supposed to be cuffing you!” Lags complained.

Ming just snapped a swift kick between her legs. The pudgy redhead grunted hard and her body sagged as her only free hand clutched her aching pussy.

“Just sit tight a minute, saekki?” Ming teased.

Megs ran in from behind and threw a suckerpunch at her back. There was a metallic clang as it hit, and a symbol of a shield flashed in between them. Ming flinched but was barely phased as she whipped around, glad she’d borrowed the Turning Buckler when the group claimed their last stash of treasure.

She caught her hands inside Megs’ elbow and shot a leaping knee up into her chin. The darker dwarf’s teeth chattered as she recoiled but Ming wove her other wrap around Megs’ wrist. She slid between her thick legs and pulled, trapping her own arm against her groin and flipping her fully over herself. Ming led the bandage through her crotch, around her wrists again and up between her breasts before looping it through the first of her wraps that still held Lags. The dwarves fought against their bonds, but they were held tight. Ming was free to step between The Rogue-Likes and lean on the ropes.

“Are you idiots done yet?” she asked in a bored tone.

“No way. We can get out of this,” Lags insisted stubbornly.

She wriggled in her bindings, but she was wrapped up with her arms over her head and her thick, stubby legs hanging and spread out against the ring ropes. Megs was in no better of a position, face down and ass up with her hand and the wrap going between her crotch and tits.

“Whatever. I can do it the hard way.”

Ming pulled the top rope tight and let it snap back into place. A half-second later, both dwarves let out surprised yells as the vibration carried through their bindings. She barely had to strum the ropes like a guitar to make them tighten and vibrate against the dwarves’ privates. Megs’ eyes rolled back as her jaw dropped open, humping the straps out of instinct. Her leotard tightened until it rode up her crotch as the bindings pushed them tighter inside her. Lags bit her lip and shivered as the ropes tightened around her breasts as well. Ming’s firm tug made her straddle the vibrating ropes as the wraps squeezed around her boobs. They were big and tight enough that her freckled tits popped out of the top of her outfit, which only made the bonds cling tighter around her soft flesh. She gasped as her tongue lolled out blissfully.

“Ah~! Y-you can’t break the will of a dwarf…” Lags panted out.

“Can. Have. Will,” Ming replied.

She climbed onto the top rope, sitting on it like a carefully balanced swing. She held onto it and started bouncing in place, making her toned butt push up and down on it. The extra shift in weight tightened and tugged the dwarf ladies’ bonds, grinding over their nipples and groins until their shrieks and moans filled the air. Mollie blushed as she watched, clearly turned on and a little jealous it wasn’t her getting that done to her.

“Good job, Ming… hey, maybe we should share a room next time we’re at an inn…”

Ming didn’t have to try very hard or very long. Her hard hitting cheap shots had softened them up but their lack of will and energy to escape their bonds had Lags and Megs stuck. The ropes and wraps ground over their erogenous zones until they both arched their backs. Lags squirted from her spot on the ropes while the doubled over Megs gushed right through her outfit, splashing their cum over each other. They slumped over wearily, making it effortless for Ming to nudge Megs with her foot, flop her onto her back, and sit on her stomach to pin the hogtied dwarf.

The bell rang and the ring poofed away. The dwarves were left to flop onto their backs, moaning and shuddering in the aftershocks of their bondage-induced orgasms. Ming dusted off her hands as the clerk from the bounty hall leaned out from the doorway.

“Fighting bounty hunters on a rightful claim? That’s another ten gold to your bounty,” she called out cheerfully.

“What the fuck!? That’s self defense at worst!” Mingxia barked at her.

“Your bounty’s only going to go up as long as you keep resisting arrest. It’s get caught or pay off your apology fine.”

“My what?”

Mollie cleared her throat quietly.

“Did um… did you not read the guide? Or talk to anybody about this before?”

“I lived in the woods ganking people! How was I suppose to hear about this?! And how am I supposed to pay it off when I can’t get within earshot of a bounty hunter without starting another fight!?”

“Well if you’re interested, your fee is only 300 gold. We’d appreciate it, since it’s a lot cheaper than paying bounty wrestlers to go after you.”

Ming sighed and pulled up her game menu. “Fine. Yes. Whatever. We’ve got tons of money anyway,” she grumbled.

“There wouldn’t happen to be a discount for being the chosen ones, would there?” Mollie offered helpfully.

“Oh! You’re with the chosen ones now!” the clerk said, eyes widening with her smile.

“Well then this is all just a misunderstanding! I’ll take care of that fee as a one-time favor. Just so it doesn’t distract you from beating the champion of evil. Good luck!”

Ming stared as the clerk trotted away and a little popup notified her of her waived bounty. She threw up her hands in defeat.

[How the fuck did nobody tell me this!?] she cursed at the sky.

There was a soft, fragile crash from behind her. Mingxia rolled her eyes and turned to stare at Mollie, who stood near a stall where she’d just knocked over a fancy-looking beaker of some kind of potion.

“Ooooops! Was that important?” the boxer chimed in mock-innocence.

A bell clanged as another ring appeared underneath her. A larger than normal ring dwarf in black trunks and shirt appeared. She had frizzy black hair, tattoos on her face and a pair of large iron boxing gloves.

“That ten gold bounty is mine! Face the power of Bitcrush!”

“Don’t mind if I do~!” Mollie chimed.

She put up her gloves and wiggled side to side as the tanky dwarf moved in. She clocked Mollie in the stomach, lifting her off her feet with a dense clang. It felt like her stomach popped out of her back as she doubled over, just to break into a goofy grin and giggle.

“Ooooh~! I actually felt that one,” she sighed before coughing up some spittle.

Bitcrush threw some speedy hooks across her face, sending more pleasant stings through her head accompanied by gonging sounds ringing in her ears. Her eyelids fluttered as the staggered in place, not bothering to resist or block as the burly dwarf ducked and lunged a shoulder into her guts. She grunted loudly as she was bodily crushed into the corner.

“Hey, Mol? Do you just want me to pay the ten gold?” Ming called to her.

“Heehee… nah,” she gagged out as Bitcrush ground both of her gloves into Mollie’s boobs, flattening and reshaping them.

“I’m gonna save the chosen one card for another time…”

Bitcrush immediately froze. She stepped back and removed her fists from Mollie’s chest as she scratched her head.

“Oh! You two are the chosen ones I’ve been hearin’ about? Well we owe ya one. That new champion of evil’s been shit for business here. Give ‘em one for me, yea?”

The ring and their fighting gear disappeared as Bitrush gave them a small wave and wandered off.

“Whaaat? Oh c’mon. I’m not THAT chosen. I’m more like the actual legendary heroes’  friend…”

Mollie tried to talk her way back into a beating when Ming came up behind her. She caught the boxer by the hand and twisted it behind her back, using it to crudely steer her in the other direction.

“Keep it in your pants, punchy, or I’ll beat your ass later.”

“Ow ow… don’t threaten me with a good time… and harder…”

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There wasn’t much investigation for Tess and Manda to do in order to find Alfa’s Testing Research Facility. They went deep into the black market until they reached the solid wall of stone at the far back. The clinking of miners and hammers on anvils sounded all around them as they found Alfa’s forge. It was little more than a large sign on high pillars forming a crude gate in front of an open air workshop (or as close as it could get inside a mountain). Various machines, unfinished rings, and carefully controlled flames forging who knew what were left all about as they made their way to the back.

Alfa was in the far back, using what looked like a blowtorch on a large sheet of metal. She heated it for a few seconds before elbow dropping it instead of using a hammer, just to repeat the process. She was a fairly normal looking dwarf with a long blond braid wrapped around her neck like a scarf and especially thick and muscular arms. She wore a heavy apron with a thick pair of goggles and gloves while she worked.

“Uh… hi. Excuse us,” Tessa called out, knowing she was still the best face of the group.

The blonde dwarf stopped her work to look up at them, lifting her goggles off. She have a pretty face, but it quickly turned to a businesslike frown.

“I’m booked up for another three night-day cycles. I still need to make a noclipper to get some reckless speedrunners out of the mines and Gari’s been up my ass to make some modifications to remove the durability stat from her bones. Now what do you want?”

Tessa blinked at her blankly before looking at Manda. Manda started to answer then paused and rechecked her menu. The “Find Alpha” quest checked off and updated to “Defeat Alfa.”

“I don’t know why I’m surprised,” she muttered. “But we’re here to fight you.”

Tess gave her a more puzzled look and she shrugged. Alfa set down her work and cracked her knuckles through her gloves.

“Oh yea? Great. I could use something to let some stress out on that’s not just smashin’ another anvil between my thighs.”

She whistled sharply and there was a mechanical whirring all around them. Robotic arms popped out of panels in the earth, rapidly assembling a wrestling ring around them. The ground itself popped up into a thick mat with a digital screen on each ringpost, scrawling little ads or images as they saw fit. As Tess and Manda changed into their wrestling outfits in the familiar flash, Alfa had much less changes. She lost her goggles but kept the work gloves, steel boots and lead apron. The rest of the clothes seemed to vanish and be replaced by a bikini.

“Alright, ladies… get ready to get fragged,” Alfa scoffed confidently.

“I am gonna be so happy to get out of pun mountain,” Manda said, getting Tess to giggle.

“Oh come on. It’s two on one. It won’t be that bad,” Tess assured her.

The sexfighter broke into a surprising sprint, quickly crossing the ring with her gaze focused on Alfa. She pivoted in a last second fakeout, but the dwarf stayed firmly planted and patiently watched her rather than falling for the feint. Tess still winked at her, drawing her attention long enough for Manda to go for the real attack. She leapt into a drop kick, clashing against the stocky dwarf’s chest. Her breasts wobbled but the dwarf barely budged while Manda felt a vibration pulse up her like she’d just fallen from a huge height. She fell flat on the mats at Alfa’s feet.

“Ow! What do they feed you, dwarves? Even bigger, harder dwarves?” she whined.

The metal boot stomped down on her crotch, shutting her up besides a long and pained squeal. She rolled around, trying to cover herself up while Alfa ground her sole there.

“And I don’t believe those are ring legal,” Manda gurgled, trying to lift the short but heavy leg from her privates.

“The ring’s the only thing maintaining the rules, and machines are stupid without someone directing them,” Alfa explained plainly.

“If I wear the gear long enough, it becomes a part of my character model and doesn’t register as a foreign object.”

Tessa leapt onto the dwarf’s back. She wasn’t terribly tall, but she was able to wrap her legs around her middle and plant her breasts on either side of her face. She squeezed them together, sealing a tit smother around her. Alfa grunted and mumbled, but she gestured at the air and a welding mask appeared over her face. There was a moment of confusion before Tess yelped at the heavy metal pinching her boobs and she pulled back sharply.

“And inventory’s real easy to fuck with,” Alfa went on.

“Especially with the duplicator glitch…”

The dwarf flicked a small bolt out of her pocket towards Manda. She easily caught it, just before a flash of light appeared overhead and another hundred of them came pelting down on her. She let out a quick yelp before they came crashing down, burying her in the clutter of metal bits. She clumsily crawled out, sputtering and tugging at her leotard.

“Ah, shit. I think one went down there…” she groaned.

Tess steadied herself with Manda busy unburying herself. Alfa moved towards her, removing the metal mask and swinging it like a crude weapon. Tess quickly dropped into a full split and threw a double palmed slap up into her chest. The apron didn’t budge or show much harm to it, but the fluid motion made Alfa’s tits wobble and flop up to smack herself in the face.

“Those goofy tricks might work on regular ol’ fighters…” Tess warned her.

“Hey!” Manda complained as she slipped on some more of the pile of screws and fell back into the mess.

“But being tricky and slick is my wheelhouse, missy.”

Alfa recovered from her reeling and brought a fist swinging down at her. Tess tumbled out of her reach and reached behind herself, fiddling with the top of her two-piece outfit.

“I’ll show you mine…” she purred as she whipped her top off, baring her big brown boobs and triggering her Striptease spell.

Alfa’s eyes widened as her gear suddenly flew off her in a series of tears, strong winds, and comical zinging noises. She was left fully nude with nothing to cover her but her blonde braid and equally blonde and thick bush.

“If you show me yours,” Tess finished as she dove back in.

She tumbled into another graceful slide, dodging around a grab from Alfa’s thick arms. She looped her legs through the blacksmith’s and twisted her hips, toppling her over into a leg lock. She leaned over to plant her mouth and hand on the big juicy dwarf tits, moaning as she sucked and groped them. The dwarf gasped as hearts flashed in her eyes, her status effects clearly starting to kick in.

It didn’t stop her completely, though. Alfa reached up and grabbed her by the neck, forcing her face away from her chest. Tess gagged at the iron grip around her throat, going wide eyed as her general lack of strength started to show. Manda dove in from the side, still shaking some nuts and bolts from her hair as she grabbed and pulled on Alfa’s arm. She couldn’t budge it far from Tess’ neck, but her inescapable grip made her heavy enough of a dead weight that it made her arm fall away a moment later. Alfa gave a frustrated growl and raised her free hand.

“Ready the smithy,” she commanded.

One of her forging anvils popped up from beneath Molly, sending her flying with a clang. She snarled dismissively at the airborne redhead and turned back to Tessa, picking the sexfighter up by two hard handfuls of her boobs. Tessa shrieked as she was lifted as high off the ground as the short smith could bring her.

“That’s… a neat trick,” Tessa hissed as she pushed fruitlessly at Alfa’s arms. “Could you explain… ooh… how you did that in a real specific and talking down to me way?”

“Heh. What you girls understands as a ring is amateur at best. When you learn to read between the coding…”

Tess used the time to wriggle out of her shorts and then swung her legs up between the beefy arms. She wrapped her legs around Alfa’s neck, shaking her hips to grind her pussy over her face. More hearts and debuffs immediately popped up from the dwarf as she was surprised to be sucking on her opponent’s pussy. She promptly lost her grip to grab at Tess’ ass instead, her voice muffled by Tess’ muff.

“Oh my god. I didn’t even need magic for that one to get you dwarfsplaining shit to me,” Tessa smirked down at her.

She reached down and yanked on one of Alfa’s legs, sending the distracted dwarf off balance. She toppled over backward, landing with Tess sitting naked on her face. She hooked an arm around her leg for a matchbook style pin, but dunked her fingers into Alfa’s bushy pussy. She rapidly worked her magic fingers around her clit, working it up into a swollen mess. Alfa’s eyes went wide, trying to shout and struggle her way out but Tess had the topheavy dwarf upside down and stuck like a turtle. She didn’t last long until Tess’ slippery fingers curled once more over her g-spot, making her squirt like a fountain onto the mats. Alfa’s limbs went limp, so Manda quickly leapt in on the action to flop on top of her while Tess sat cross-legged on her.

“1!2!3!” Manda counted, relieved to hear the ring of the bell.

Alfa gave a curt grunt from beneath them. She vanished out from under them in a flash of light and pixels before holding up some small but complex remote control.

“Alright… looks like you forced my hand…”

“Oh boooo! Unwinnable boss fight my ass!” Manda snapped.

“Looks like I’ll have to break out my pet project… TITANTRON!”

She hit a switch and there was a massive boom from the stone wall behind them. The girls looked back to see a massive robot with a vaguely feminine shape, mostly in the large silvery chest plating and the womanly face with a glass-lined cockpit for eyes. A dome of hair gave it a vaguely sphinx-like look as arms the size of a small train extended, resting the elbows inside the ring with hands bigger than the girls. With a dramatic leap, Alfa landed inside the head.

“Round two, newbs,” she chuckled.

“Oh DOUBLE bullshit!” Manda shouted, pointing up at the metal monstrosity.

“Manny, I’m starting to think my kisses and hugs magic aren’t going to be super useful in this phase,” Tessa admitted warily.

“And I’M gonna get a robot in a chokehold and smack it with karate chops?!” Manda blurted back.

One of the metal fists slammed down, unfurling its fingers. One pointed at them and launched a jet of flame that washed over Manda. It barely stung, but she heard the crackling as her clothes burned right off her body. She blushed and tried to cover herself up, but another finger extended towards her. Its tip opened up and a large boxing glove launched out on a spring. Manda was already smart enough to run away from it, strafing around the robo punch within a robo punch.

“I fucking hate the Jumbotron!” she wailed as she ran from various sprays, weapons and blasts coming from the fingers.

“It’s Titantron. Named after the godslaying giants of legend, it’s made to be an unstoppable opponent.”

“Do NOT care!”

Tess managed to circle around while she ran around making a racket, kicking and punching at the hand experimentally. The metal crunched and dented like she was doing damage, but it sure didn’t look like much in comparison. The other hand just extended a thumb that split into several metal tentacles that reached out for her.

“Oop! Miss me with that hentai shit,” she huffed as she dodged behind the other hand, letting the grasping tendrils bounce off itself.

Another panel opened right where she landed and a splash of thick oil washed over her. Tessa grimaced, but her experience in mud and oil wrestling made it nearly impossible to slip in it.

“Ugh… there’s some oil by the back of the hands, so watch out,” Tess warned Manda.

Her skin started to tingle, but not in an unpleasant way. Her eyes widened as a heat surged through her body and her heart started to race. She touched her bare chest and a jolt of pleasure ran through her breast.

“Ooh… ohhhh, this might not just be oil,” she moaned as the aphrodisiac kicked in.

Tess dropped to her knees, groping her breast and fingering herself. The mecha ignored her as she went on masturbating, lost in her lusty status.

“I am so fucking sick of this! We should have had all four of us…” Manda hissed bitterly.

She checked her summons but nobody useful looked to be available. She scanned her menu for a means of escaping or quitting, but nothing came up. One of the huge iron hands clenched and raised over her, casting a shadow across her.

“Oh fuck this so hard,” Manda groaned as it came smashing down.

There was a huge, ring-shaking rumble… but the fist stopped a few feet off the mats. Titantron’s servos whirred and struggled as they were slowly pushed back up again. Manda glared angrily up at the robot’s pilot, her arms and torso buffed up to three times their usual size with bulging muscle. She still had a few bites of what was labeled “Buff Burrito” dangling out of her mouth like a huge, meaty cigar.

“Let me tell you something about me,” she growled before spitting out the last of her buffing item.

She threw the limb off her, smoking and cracked but still active by the looks of things. It wound up and threw a punch at her, but Manda held out one of her muscular arms. A mithril folding chair manifested into it and she swung back, cracking into the hand like a titanic baseball that sent it flying back. It smashed against the stone, crumbling to pieces. A little popup of text read “VERY EFFECTIVE!” over the arm.

“We’re dumb. We’re disorganized. We lose half our matches on a good day. But if there’s one thing we’ve got…”

“Hope?” Ming offered, suddenly standing in the midst of the crowd gathering around the scene. She was tapping around her menu trying to join the match, but they were locked out much like Mollie had in Ming’s fight.

“Friendship?!” Mollie tried helpfully nearby.

“Ohhhhh~!” Tessa moaned as she leaned back in the corner, arching her hips to finger herself faster and deeper.

“Nah… we’ve got a shitload of money! And it looks like your robo ass is weak to items, so we’ve got plenty to share!”

Manda hurled the chair at the pilot seat, embedding the chair leg in the windshield. Alfa winced away from it but brought the other hand to bear on her. Manda just reached out again, tapping into their largely unused stash of bonus gear. She summoned a set of guard rails in front of her, creating an invisible barrier that deflected the robot punch. It opened up its flamethrower finger, but Manda conjured a long, rigid rope into her hand. She snapped it over her knee, activating the Rope Break and the ring ropes suddenly lashed out like serpents to wrap up and hold the hand back. It struggled and managed to pull free, but Manda just kept emptying her pockets as she grabbed things out of her inventory faster than she could really read the description before lobbing it at it, even as her muscled up body shrank back to normal.

The arm was smoking and steaming when she pulled out the Power Bomb they’d acquired recently. She checked the cartoonish bomb, shrugged and hurled it overhead at the remaining bit of the bot. It erupted into light and heat, making the rest of the robot shudder and collapse with a series of crashes and crunches. The mecha went limp before its various pieces dropped off to the ground, falling apart around it. The faceplate fell off dented beyond recognition before Alfa came tumbling out. The naked dwarf groaned and rubbed her head.

“Okay… you beat me fair,” she admitted as she dismissed the ring. Tess snapped out of her lusty haze as her clothes returned to her, clearing her throat and acting like nothing had happened. The rest of the girls jogged over to join them, Mollie patting Manda on the back.

“Fair’s a pretty strong word for spamming items on you,” Manda admitted.

“But it’s not like this is a Smash tournament or anything. So cough it up. What’s the next part of our quest?”

Alfa blinked at her vacantly, itching her head.

“Sorry? I thought you just wanted a discount or to cut in line…”

Manda frowned in even further confusion. “No… we’re just saving the world. Beating the champion of evil. Castle Turnbuckle and some witches sent us…?”

The dwarf shook her head.

“I don’t listen too closely to the gossip outside the mountain. I just make my gizmos, breaking the goofy, lawless game of a world we live in as it fancies me.”

Manda checked her menu again. The quest checked off and was replaced by a new goal: “Reach the Tree of Woe beyond the mountain to the west.”

“What the hell does that mean? Why did we do this? Are you just a filler boss?” Manda demanded, sounding exasperated.

“It’s just telling us to peace out and go somewhere else!”

Alfa shrugged.

“Quests are funny like that, eh? But here: you gave me a hell of a test run. It’ll be a lot of work to get Titantron working again, but that’s worth the data. Guess it's back to building Power Bombs and Rick Flareguns for a while. Have some of these on the house.”

Alfa went to one of her tool boxes and tossed Manda a few sets of goggles like she’d been wearing before.

“They’re Glitch Goggles. They help you see the world for what it really is. Not enough to break the code or nothin’, but enough to light the way when you’re stuck. May the ones and the zeroes watch over you bunch.”

With that, Alfa waved to them and went back to her smithing. The crowd started to disperse and Manda turned away with a frown. The goggles vanished into their inventory, which Manda felt glad she didn’t need to actually wear the weird accessories. Something made her eye twitch all the same, and she looked at a strange blur of motion. She realized she still had her quest menu up, and that the mission was slowly blurring and reshaping. Their quest to head to the Tree of Woe turned into “Pass through Rock Bottom and face the forces of General McMaul.”

“Guyyyyys?”

The other ladies looked up towards the clearly troubled Manda.

“What’s up?”

“Our mission just changed… it wanted us to go to some spooky tree but now it wants us to just step outside and fight some general. The compass marker even moved.”

Tess pursed her lips.

“You think it’s the goggles fixing things?”

“But fixing what?” Mollie asked, clearly confused by the layers suddenly being added to the goofy wrestling rpg.

“I think we’re being fucked with… not by the game, and not by the dwarves. I say we stick with this new quest instead,” Manda mused.

[Why do I never understand anything that’s going on in this dumb game?] Ming groaned as she followed the other three out.