The Arena [tentacles, monsters, futa, transformation] (Hapto & Maxy)

[Hapto]

"Praxal." The girl''s chirruping accent responds to Tess' unasked question. "Many, res-ponsi-ble," she continues, and for the first time in a while the distant waves of the cheering masses reach down to them. "Many res-ponsi-ble," she repeats, "but Praxal, she leader, she res-pons-ible, peace, she..." The words come slowly, forced, broken by her alien throat and the fast pace of their travel. She shakes her head, tentacled hair waving, as she starts again in her own language, a flurry of words flowing out with each step forward, as if the language were designed to be spoken best at a run. And as Tess understands, Qhii says:

"Praxal is the founder and leader of the Arena. She's responsible for it, and for peace. There was war, endless war, the twelve powers that be ceaselessly fighting, alliances ever changing, attacks following defeats prompting attacks and all the while, people died. Pride, it was all for pride, ancient humiliation causing blood feud, demanding retribution, causing humiliation, causing blood feud, retribution, humiliation - pride and humiliation burned worlds. So many worlds."

Her pace slows, her head lowered to her running legs, grey-blue eyes vacantly staring, straining as if trying not to see or remember the pain spread across her face. She continues: "Praxal changed that, with the Arena. Because here -" she looks up and recoils back, her legs skidding to a stop. Just before them a sharp bank falls to a lake, flowing the same viscous green as before. Qhii takes no chances - her wide eyes darting round till she fixes on something, instantly pulling Tess down the bank to where a white tree bends forward just above the lake, a strong branch a few meters from the ground. One of her leg-tentacles spirals round a sturdy root below her, and with a fluid motion her other two legs reach upward with her body up until their tips spiral around the branch above. Her entire body seems to stretch with the tension, the root shaking with the force of her one tentacle holding her in place. Her hands move to Tess, reaching past Tess' wrists to holding her forearms, and as soon as Tess does the same the world lurches forward and under the branch.

The moment Qhii let go of the root the tension of her body had slung them straight into the air, soaring above the lake, seeming to float a moment before they start descending towards the hard ground of the other bank. A moment before impact Tess slows to a stop, her feet dangling an inch from the ground, looking up to the girl still holding onto her arms, her tentacled legs coiling around two trees, releasing to gently land Tess and herself on the ground again. But instead of continuing on, the girl stares back at the green viscous lake, the same one that had erotically trapped them both before. With a strange, forced acceptance, Qhii says: "Because here, everyone is humiliated. Here the masses see their kin, their leaders, their divine rulers even, without pride, and without the divine will to order more senseless slaughter, and be obeyed without question. Here pride is removed, past humiliations are forgotten," she looks forward, seeing another path scorched through the trees ahead, like before, doubtlessly caused by the opal-serpent using it's ringgun to blast a way forward. "Here," she growls, "all feuds are settled, and all debts paid."

A scream of fury captures her attention - Oolt's voice, coming from just ahead. Tess is nearly pulled off her feet as Qhii takes her arm and bolts forward towards the sound, coming from a clearing just ahead, where one dark and one red shape crash against each other. It's Oolt and... and something else, a round fleshy ball of muscled red. A pair of powerfully thighs reaching out the top of each side, stretching down to thick calf and hocks until black claws grip into the ground. The front of the body, head, the body-head shows many beady black eyes, at least eight of them, maybe more, all unblinkingly glaring at Oolt. Below the eyes two small nostrils sniff his scent, in time with his large nostrils flaring at his oponent. Oolt shows his sharp teeth as he screams his fury again. In response the round, red Wuig crouches low, the front half of its body splitting into an immense maw of black fangs, Oolt's knife crushed between two rows, the black maw belowing the most animal roar across the clearing. The legs tense and the maw leaps forward, straight into Oolt's waiting foot. The Wuig hits the ground hard, crashing and rolling over itself and coming to a heavy rest at the edge of the clearing, the body rising a little, then slumping into unconsciousness.

Oolt is dripping sweat, panting heavily, but still he turns and throws himself onto his knee again before Qhii. "My Princess. This animal," he literally spits, "was trying to finish the race before you. I addressed the impertinence. Please take your place." Behind Oolt a pillar of white waits - one of five interspersed amidst eight green pillars. The five remaining places, and the end of the race.

Qhii stares up in disbelief at the white light, only a few meters before her feet, unconsciously stepping forward. She stops, and instead, turns, and motions Tess to go first.

"My Princess?" Oolt exclaims, a mote of anger in his voice, his face instantly falling as she turns on him. All the sweetness of her voice is suddenly gone:

"You forget your place! Be silent soldier!"

"F-forgive me," he begs, "please, allow me to commit Hraala at once for I have -"

"Suicide is reserved for soldiers," she coldly retorts, "Prove yourself worthy, and obey!"

No more sound comes from Oolt. With the same gentleness as before and no trace of that sudden coldness, Qhii turns to Tess, and again, motions for her to go first into the light, and finish the race.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

Tess listened to Qhii's explanation about why they were here....and as much as she hated to admit it....well....it made a very weird kind of sense. But still.... "Why me....? Humans...Earth....we had nothing to do with this war of yours...but then....maybe this Praxal thought we were going to be in space soon....interfering....wanted to get a jump start on us....well....I'll show her who the hell she's messing with...." Tess cracked her knuckles as they came to a stop, looking at the lake and frowning. "Well....I sure as hell aint gonna swim it....not after that river...." She blushed slightly at the thought, remembering the instance of Qhii losing her inhibitions and practically fucking her....well...as best as another female could anyway. "So what do we-" Tess blinked and cut off as she was grabbed and pulled towards the bank, then suddenly hoisted up into the air. "Um...so....what are you-KYA!" Tess couldn't help the momentary scream as she was catapulted into the air, though it wasn't so much the take off or flying that had her worried....it was the....imminent landing that was concerning her. "Oooh this is gonna hurt...." Tess grabbed her glasses and closed her eyes, then suddenly felt herself stop rather than...well...pain. "Huh....?" She opened her eyes and glanced up, raising an eyebrow. ".....Ah....right.....you can do that....thanks"

Tess let out a slight sigh of relief as she was dropped back to the ground. "Humiliated huh? So....you a princess....and everyone else here is a leader or ruler.....but that makes me wonder why they took me. I'm just a school student. I'm no leader, no religious figure, I'm just damned intelligent. Maybe that's what they wanted....something new..." She sighed and shook her head. "Well....when I meet this Praxal I'll be introducing her to a good old human ass kicking...." She moved with Qhii for a while, then blinked as she heard the scream. "Hm?" She raised an eyebrow, watching the odd....was it a fight? Well...it was something resembling a fight anyway....though more like the way animals fought than anything else....certainly not like any humans she had seen. Still....Oolt certainly seemed to live up to the reputation he was making for himself.

"Well....guess it's time we got out of here...." Tess had been about to wait for Qhii to enter a light pillar first, if for no other reason than to spare herself the headache of Oolt complaining, only for Qhii to ask her to go first instead. "Hm? You're sure...well alright..." Tess shrugged, taking a few steps forward, then glancing back at Oolt and chuckling slightly. "You need to learn how to lighten up big guy....you're gonna strain something if you don't relax soon" She smirked, then turned to walk into one of the pillars of light. "Oh I hope they give us some clothes wherever this takes us.....I'm getting seriously tired of walking around buck naked everywhere....even some underwear would be nice" She turned to face the others, putting her hands on her hips. "Well come on, we don't have all day"

 

[Hapto]

Qhii uncertainly smiles, while Oolt remains utterly motionless before his Princess. Their images glow white, then green, as the pillar of light around Tess glows a victorious green. When her eyes adjust she sees Qhii and Oolt far below her, increasingly so, and realizes she's being raised up into the air again, floating in her pillar of green higher above the blue forest, the cheering of the crowds flooding over her as she's raised up towards the other eight contestants that finished before her. Many she still doesn't recognize - the tall, fluid, almost liquid feminine shape beside her, two white orbs of eyes floating round to stare back at her. But to her other side, she clear recognizes the opal serpent hovering directly next to her, turning its muzzle to glare with one golden eye and one torn, empty pit, still studded with Qhii's teeth. The furious snort of his nostrils shows he recognizes Tess too, his muscled arm tensing on the ringgun at his side, its lights currently dormant as he floats there, seething beside her, returning to glaring at someone below.

Another pillar turns green, Qhii having stepped into it, followed by Oolt, both rising upwards towards Tess' level. Only two spaces remain now, only two contestants.

Galloping hooves burst out of the trees, a Torra - a green scaly centaur-like man riding hard for the end, long tail whipping behind him. The red Wuig has roused itself, only to be thrown aside by a flick of the Torra's tail in the wake of his galloping laughter. The Wuig lands on both feet, and crouches low.

From where Tess floats all she sees is a red flash, followed by a horrible scream. Then the Torra lays crashed a meter before his pillar, writhing amidst his dark black blood, one of his back legs spat out of the Wuig's mouth as it trots by him, and finishes the race before him. It takes a long while for the wheezing Torra to drag himself the last meter onto the last pillar, and finish the race, bleeding profusely, half dead, and last.

The crowd erupts with applause. Tess sees their coloured masses rotating before her, as her floating body is slowly turned around with the rest of the contestants to face a white figure, standing atop a raised platform barely ten meters away. A woman, her skin perfectly white, the generous curves of her body emphasised by the lush green cape of her hair and the sharp emerald metals that curve over her chest and hips and spiral down one arm. That arm is raised, the armoured fingers glowing a bright green as they motion turning, stopping as the contestants stop turning towards her. Then her arms fly wide:

"Grateens, ime con'reancts!" 'Congratulations, my contestants,' Praxal begins, her green lips smiling, a delicate emerald collar glowing with each of her words it sends booming over the entire crowd: 'Congratulations on finishing the first round.' She raises her arms, permitting the audience to cheer louder still. Their voices fall to silence the moment her arms lower again, and she continues: 'Now, my dear contestants - do you have anything you'd like to say,' she smiles maliciously, 'before we find out who will continue, and who has lost everything, in the Arena!'

The audience is deafening, a frantic hunger in their shared voice, as they impatiently wait to find out who the losers are. And what the fate of the 'winners' would be. The offer for the contestants to speaks seems to be almost an afterthought, but Praxal still waits a moment to see if any will this time.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

The sensation of floating upwards was rather.....unnatural. Going up on a plane was one thing but just....floating upwards? That was totally different. "This.....I am not going to get used to...." Tess grumbled to herself and shook her head as they all floated upwards. "Hm?" She looked to her side when they came to a stop, spotting the snake creature from before....the one she had saved only for it to turn on them. "Well well well....look who it is" She folded her arms beneath her chest, shivering slightly, her body still somewhat sensitive it seemed. "We meet again...." She wondered if she would understand this creature now as well....it all depended on if Qhii understood it....Tess only seemed to have taken Qhii's knowledge and memories...though the memories were still not something she could recall. "I should've left your scaley ass where I found it" She glared at the snake unflinching for a few moments, until she looked down as well, spotting a competition for the last place. "Ugh.....this is pathetic....if they worked together they could get through this easily....but they're all so insistant on winning for themselves.....no wonder they were all at war...none of them can work with anyone else...."

Tess sighed, then looked up quickly as the crowd erupted into applause. "Sick perverts......finding this entertaining? Just wait...." She growled as they were turned around to face an odd figure...so....this must be Praxal....the one behind all of this. Tess glared at the alien woman, not even attempting to hide her anger as she spoke, then actually seemed to give them a chance what to say. The audience cheering was....well...loud was an understatement. Yet nobody seemed to speak....either too afraid or simply because they knew it wouldn't do anything. Still....Tess had been given a chance to speak, and she sure as hell wasn't going to pass it up.

"Yeah....I've got something I'd like to say!" Tess growled, clenching a fist, glaring at Praxal. "Who the hell do you think you are huh?! You sick freak! You and all of this audience! You find this 'entertaining'? Well I'm going to promise you this.....no more! I am going to win this....'tournament' of yours....and I am going to personally kick your freakish, alien ass Praxal! I'm going to beat you, humiliate you, make you suffer the way you're doing to us! And then this will all stop! You bastards can learn to work together or else you don't deserve to live! Maybe humans aren't perfect....but you don't find us doing this to each other!"

 

[Hapto]

The crowd goes silent, letting every word Tess says echo over the entire, noiseless Arena. After the last echoes of her words eventually subside, she swears she could have heard a pin drop, as millions of eyes in millions of faces of every shape and size all just stare at her... before the crowds all erupt into laughter. Throughout the entire Arena flow waves of laughter in all its alien forms from honking to chirruping and snorting, all unmistakable a sound of involuntary amusement at Tess. The other contestants all stare at her, mostly in disbelief, the fluid blue woman beside her turning slightly green as she pulls a little further away, the opal serpent staring down at Tess, and smiling - not the fanged sneer from before, but a different, more honest smile. Before them all Praxal just stares straight at Tess, silently, the smile missing from her face. The smile returns unnaturally fast as she raises her arms a moment, the audience's laughter growing deafening as she does, then silenced as she lowers her arms again.

'My audience,' her projected voice booms, 'I give you Contestant 9. Tesh. Our mystery entry from the crowd favourite of novelty animals - the Hue-mans!"

The audience returns to its laughter and cat-calling as soon as Praxal's arms permit, drowning out Tess response. That is, if she had a voice to make one, her throat not responding to her mind at all. Her entire body seems frozen, not numb, feeling everything clearly, even breathing still, but not responding to anything her mind commands her body to do. A slight, light blue hue in the green light she floats in is the only clue as to her sudden and total paralysis. Meanwhile the audience's attention turns to rapt silence as Praxal raises her armoured hand, motioning in a great circle before the crowds. In the space above the great white wall, giant, semi transparent screens appear, great visual displays showing many, unsettling things. Shapes running across dark fields silhouted by explosions. A mass of figures surging against each other, white signs hurled against black truncheons. Women burning at stakes. Knights butchering their way through women and children. Black uniformed men marching to war. A city blown to ash amidst a rising mushroom of fire. Dungeons of screams and torture. Streets of blood and pain. Death and humiliation. A very, very one sided view of the very worst parts of human history, displayed for all the silenced crowds to see.

Unnoticed by the captivated crowds, Praxal's feet come to a stop a meter before Tess, standing on nothing but seemingly solid air, the soles of her emerald boots glowing softly. Her full green lips look very strange indeed without their usual smile, her collar not glowing, her bright green eyes suddenly very hard. She speaks only to Tess:

"Your problem was, you made this personal."

Tess paralysis doesn't permit her to respond, yet, as Praxal turns to the serpent beside Tess. The woman's words seem to hiss and roar from her green lips: "Haln, raalathh ner, raalist ethhhn." Tess doesn't understand the words, even though the language feels familiar, but the words themselves.... They're not in common Halna - the main language of the Haln/serpent's race, but in a different, very reclusive royal dialect of the language. There are some similarities, just enough for Tess to recognize only the vague gist of just two words: something about 'degrade' as a command, and 'reward' as a promise. The Haln turns to Tess, hesitating a moment as its one remaining eye carefully regards her. It nods a decision, as it smiles fangs again, its sweat singing voice sneering in plain, understandable Helna: 'Gladly, Praxal.'

'Reward for 'anyone?' the words bubble from the other side, as if from underwater, as the blue liquid woman at Tess' other side inquires of Praxal, who turns to her, a little unexpected at the woman's understanding of the apparently private exchange. Praxal's green eyes search the woman's featureless 'face' of blue liquid, before her green lips sadistically smile: 'Of course, for anyone at all.'

A strange murmuring sounds from a few of the other nearby contestants, as one of the two white orbs floating in the liquid woman's head rolls round to stare at Tess a moment, the liquid turning a slightly warmer purple, before the eye pulls back, as the woman returns to her flowing blue quiet.

Around the Arena the images of every horror in human history still play as Praxal turns back towards them and the crowds, her collar glowing brightly as her voice booms: 'A rare treat for my audience. To have here before us a Hueman so proud of herself and her race. So above us as they clearly are." Over the sordid images the first loud boos starts, as Praxal continues: "So morally superior to us all, so keenly understanding of right and wrong," the boos intensify, becoming more bitter and angry, "So perfect in their own behaviour that they can come hear and tell you all, my audience, what is decent and what is perverted! What is right and what is wrong! How to live your lives!! How ashamed you should all be to be not like her!" Her armoured hand points to Tess, all the images falling to show the angry crowds following Praxal's finger to boo and roaring at a still paralysed Tess.

Praxal smiles, a very mean streak showing in the sharp cut of her teeth, as her innocent sounding voice booms out over the entire audience, as she asks Tess: "You were saying, dear?"

The light blue hue of the light fades, and suddenly Tess can move again, can speak. But the entire angry audience is far too loud to listen, until Praxal holds up one hand to silence them, and politely gestures for Tess to continue. Everyone waits for her to do so.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

Mystery Entry? Novelty animal? Every word just made Tess' blood boil even more, the anger building and building. At first she had thought she had made her point rather will....the silence at first...but then the laughter. Clearly these things hadn't taken her seriously....well...she'd just have to do something about that. Tess attempted to respond, but suddenly found her body frozen, her voice silenced. She tried desperately to move, staring wide eyed at the display before her. That manipulative bitch....she was showing the worst parts of human history.....the death, the prejudice....showing nothing of what humanity had worked so hard to accomplish. She was making humanity out to be nothing more than mindless animals, who knew nothing but war and death.

When Praxal came close, Tess made her efforts to move even more. She was trying desperately to move, to move an arm, to open her mouth, to do anything to even twitch a finger. She wanted to do something, anything to defy this, to show her defiance to all of this. But it was useless.....this field....it paralyzed her completely. All she could do was glare angrily at the alien woman, doing nothing to hide her hatred. It wasn't until she moved away, her body movement restored, that her arm suddenly lunged out. If Praxal had still been where she was moments ago, her neck would now have been getting squeezed. "D-damn you....you manipulative bitch.....only showing one side of the story! Humans aren't like that now! We're working hard to better ourselves! Most of us want peace!!"

She screamed out, but her voice was lost among the cheering crowds, perhaps only Praxal able to hear at first, until the crowd was silenced. ".....This isn't over...." She glanced between the two aliens either side of her, the two of them seemingly rather fond of some kind of....reward....for doing something to her. Well....Tess wasn't one to go down so easily. "You only show one side of things! You manipulate things, make people only see what you want them to see! They don't know everything good that humanity has done! Well just you wait....I'm going to win this 'contest' of yours! I swear it! And when I do I'm going to put a stop to all of this!!"

 

[Hapto]

The more she talks, the more of the crowd listens, their riled up state subsiding to the realization that this has never happened before. Contestants don't speak, and more so, the Master doesn't speak back.

So this time when Tess threatens to win and end the Arena, even a few gasps can be heard. All eyes turn to Praxal, who hesitates, then blurts, "A-a challenge!" Her confidence sweeps back, "Such a prideful animal," Tess' outburst stopped by the invisible return of the paralysis field, as Praxal continues: "so full of life and so sure of her fate. But what fate does such pride deserve, here in the Arena?"

Several knowing chuckles start.

"Who will she be, master, or slave? The future ruler and ender of your Arena, or just another slut in heat ready to be fully, completely revealed to you."

A steady and hungry applause starts.

"Who will she be, who does she deserve to be, who do you want her to be, who -"

"YOUR BRIDE!"

All sounds stops. All eyes turn to the owner of those two words, a blue Wuig squatting in the front row, its many beady eyes oblivious to the entire audience's attention, as it alone stares jovially at Praxal's open mouth. Just as the audience turns back to her, she recovers, "Y-YES! My... MY BRIDE!"

The audience stares, then erupts in frantic applause. Praxal turns to a still paralysed Tess, her green smile painfully forced. "You, Tess, claim the right to change everything. Then claim me to. If you win, I'll give you my Arena to do with as you will, along with... me." The audience's applause is almost hysterical. "But," Praxal growls, silencing them, "when you lose, my dear, ignorant Tesh, I'll buy your slave contract, and show you just how personal you've made this. NOW," She announces to the crowd, "let's make my future bride more to my liking." As she turns and walks away, she commands, "See to it, Control."

#Yes Mistress# the utterly emotionless voice responding from everywhere and nowhere at once. From equally nowhere lines of bright blue light appear all around Tess, racing warmly over her skin, drawing outlines around her chest and hips, their light flashing, leaving a white, silky, very real bikini covering her, complete with a white collar. Then the blue lines all collect just above her groin, and shoot inside her body.

A sudden heat starts an inch above and behind her clit, building quickly, movement spiralling within her, growing out of her. A sudden burst of heat and light and its over, the lines gone, leaving only the feeling of something very, very wrong between her legs.

Her pillar of light turns from green to blue, the same blue as before at the start, bringing with it the same feeling of heat and forced arousal relentlessly building within her body, making her nipples grow quickly hard, her pussy wet, and her... and something completely unexpected grow very tense and very hard against her bikini bottoms, a steadily growing tent of fabric pushing out from just above her pussy, the tightening, silky material outlining the clearly masculine shape of a part of her that was definitely not there before.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

Tess had to fight hard to suppress a smirk when the audience and Praxal began to react....they were shocked...stunned....clearly this had never happened before. She could hear it in Praxal's alien voice....her confidence was shaken....no longer was she quite so sure that it was entirely possible to break this 'pathetic human'. "I don't believe in Fate. I make my own destiny you bitch!" Tess knew she was pushing her luck a little, but the words spilled out before she could really stop them....and besides...it seemed fitting under the circumstances...a final cry of defiance that Tess was in control of her own life...that she wouldn't allow herself to simply be strung along without a choice.

Unfortunately, her victory was short lived. As expected Praxal regained her composure, beginning to address the audience once again, Tess growling as she was described once again as little more than an animal. She would remember all of this....when the time came she was going to make sure Praxal remembered it too.

What came next...well...it seemed even Praxal was surprised. Suddenly, without Tess even getting a say in the matter, it was decided that if she won she was to marry Praxal? Then again it seemed she would be married to the alien even if she lost...it was just a difference in who was to be in control of the....'relationship'. Well....Tess would just have to deal with it for now it seemed. Praxal didn't seem entirely happy at the idea...but with the audience in so much agreement it seemed even her hand had been forced. Tess doubted there was anything she could say or do to sway that decision now...it would be pointless to waste her breath. Too much defiance would simply be dismissed after all.

"Hm? More to your liking...? What the hell does that mean?" Tess frowned, rather unsettled by the odd statement. Her question went unanswered however, verbally anyway. She gasped as the light around her changed, then suddenly small beams began to trace across her. At first Tess rather welcomed it....after all she was getting some clothing at last, her ample breasts covered first, then her crotch. She wasn't entirely fond of the collar....she got the feeling it was some kind of representation of her 'slavery'....but she could get rid of it later. She gasped as the beams suddenly converged above her crotch, then seemed to shoot into her and cut off. "Ah!" She winced, hunching slightly, feeling a rather odd sensation....movement? Was it the thing that had been put inside of her earlier? Or was this something else?
Before she could think on such a thing, she suddenly felt the same sensation as earlier, intense arousal, body becoming more sensitive. Her nipples quickly poked through the fabric of her new bikini, her breasts swelling slightly, stretching the thin silky material just a little. But then she felt something wrong....something very very wrong. "HNNGH!!" Tess arched her back as a sudden tightness, almost painfully so, began to occur between her legs. By the time the sensation subsided slightly and she could look down, the girl couldn't help a slight scream. The outline of the....thing...in her bikini pants....she knew what it was. "Wh-WHAT?! I....H-how did you do this?! What have you done to me?!" Her new erection twitched, sending a shiver through Tess, the bikini fabric already becoming wet with pre-cum.

 

[Hapto]

Looking back at Tess' startled reaction from her podium, Praxal's look of bemused glee is almost infantile. But that subsides to a very adult look of hunger as Praxal observes Tess' newly altered body, in the same degrading way one observed a juicy serving of meat.

"NOW," she announces, recapturing the audience's attention, "it's time to find out who won, and who lost, the first round of the Arena!"

The cheering is quickly overtaken by building music, the entire vast space going dark only to be filled with moving coloured lights dancing in time with the drums and quickening strings, until the lights and silence converge before the hovering contestants. There the lights combine into a flash of white, leaving a great, hovering square of transparent white lines, text and colour images, a leader-board large enough for the entire room to see all thirteen contestants displayed on it. All thirteen contestants, their images, the many varied scripts of their names, and the strange circular symbols Tess can read as the time it took each contestant to complete the first round. At the very top of the list, with a time less than half that of second place, is the green-brown reptilian alien, his eyeless profile looking as emotionless in the image as he does looking up at it from the line of floating contestants, still holding his sheathed sword beside him. Second place is the bluey liquid girl beside Tess, third what looks almost like a marble golem. The serpentine Haln scores fifth. Tess is ninth. Qhii tenth and Oolt, further down the floating line, come in tenth and eleventh, followed only by the Wuig and the still bleeding and nearly dead Torra. The bottom four places, included Qhii and Oolt, are highlighted in red, as are the pillars they float in.

But then the list starts to change. Displayed next to each contestant's image, is a symbol - the weapon they chose at the start of the round, and the corresponding time multiplier. Everyone who took a knife has half their time added, a sword double time, a gun quadruple time. After the change, the only contestant who remains in the same place is first, the altered times reorganising every other place. The Haln is left huffing at being sent to ninth place because of his ringgun, while the unarmed Tess and Qhii are rocketed up to second and third place! Oolt and his knife are left in tenth. He, the unconscious Torra, who'd apparently taken a sword and lost it, along with two other aliens who'd lost ringguns, all now float in red glowing pillars, the board showing them as the bottom four.

A mixture of jeering boos and elated cheers rocks through the darkened crowds. Amidst it all, Tess can already catch multilingual snatches of price and bargaining - of how much money people are willing to pay for the four losing slaves at the auction. From the indifferent tones of the bantering, not much money at all.

Down the line, Oolt kneels one last time, floating before Qhii. Even under the cape of his wings, it's obvious his body is shaking. Tess catches only the last three words he says to Qhii, a plaintiff: "... I failed you."

The he freezes, his pillar turning a paralysing light blue, before going completely dark, as do the other red ones, no sound accompanying the four shadows falling out of sight but for the continuing jeering of the crowds.

When the lights return, Oolt and the others are gone.

"Congratulations!" Praxal announces to the remaining nine contestants, her arms lifting the audience to renewed applause, redoubling as she adds: "Now, who will survive Round Two! Choose your weapons!"

On the leader-board the symbols showing each contestant's weapon and time multiplier for round one all disappear. The contestants' weapons remain. But for everyone who didn't chose a weapon before, like Tess, the three symbols of a knife, sword and ringgun appear before them again, along with their time multipliers. The very last choice they'll have before round two begins, and it all starts again.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

Tess was still too distracted...no...distraught...by what had happened to her body to really notice what was happening or being said. She didn't even notice Praxal's hungry stares at her, Tess just staring down at her newly grown appendage, which twitched back at her, causing the tightly stretched bikini to move with her new shaft. Oh god....it had to be at least a good 10 or 11 inches long! And at least 2 thick! How could this have happened to her?! "I...I demand you undo this! T-turn me back to normal! Right now!" Tess looked up, but it was already too late, the cheering and music drowned out her voice, making it impossible for even Praxal to hear her at this point. Everyone was focused on some kind of results table that had appeared whilst Tess was distracted. So....she and Qhii were near the bottom....at least to begin with anyway. Suddenly, Tess shot up to second place, followed quickly by Qhii. The booing was rather evident....clearly this crowd had been hoping for Tess to be eliminated early on....yet here the human was suddenly in second place already....well on her way to perhaps making good on her earlier threat. It brought a few moments of satisfaction to Tess, but another twitch of her new cock snapped her out of it, the bikini continuing to grow uncomfortably wet with some kind of fluid, pre-cum.

"D-damnit..." Tess squirmed and fidgeted, barely aware of what was happening around her, glancing about as she saw lights suddenly change colour, then suddenly Oolt kneeling down, before vanishing. "Y-you bastards!" Oolt had been a jerk, but he didn't deserve this....he had sacrificed everything to protect Qhii. He deserved better than that....Tess clenched her fists once again....this was just one more thing to put on her list of things to take revenge for.

When the weapon selection appeared again, Tess folded her arms defiantly. Not choosing a weapon had been what had shot her to 2nd place before....she had to carry on like that. Besides, she had no idea how to correctly use a knife or a sword, and with a gun she was more likely to hit a friendly target like Qhii than anything she was actually aiming for. All Tess could do was look at Qhii, trying to speak with a shaky voice as her cock twitched, the sight of Qhii's naked body seemingly causing new urges to begin forming in Tess' mind and body. "W-we need to stick together.....we're....going to get through this...."

 

[Hapto]

Qhii floats a few contestants down from Tess' gaze. She's almost glowing in the pillar's light, her tawny skin and creamy white front looking so smooth and soft it glistens, as if oil laiden hands had eased down her shoulders, over her white chest, down the lines of her stomach and hips, over the white insides of her tentacle legs, looking just as smooth, their ends flexing and coiling nimbly. The perfect shape for spiralling wetly and gripping tightly down the length of Tess' new - Qhii looks over at Tess as soon as she hears her speak. There's no hesitation or even distraction, Qhii's face showing no grief of guilt, no reaction at all to Oolt's fate.

She's about to respond, before her grey-blue eyes fall to the prominent bulge in Tess' bikini bottoms. Qhii's eyelids blink, a more flushed shade of pink that usual, her hair tentacles coiling a moment. She forces her attention back to Tess' face.

"Bre'eecht" her voice chirrups, meaning both: 'that makes sense' and 'I'd like that.'

But whether they can stick together may not be up to them, Tess' view of Qhii obscured as she and all the remaining contestants are floated round to face the blue forest again. A series of mighty thuds echo around the entire circumference of the great white wall, before the whole forest actually starts to move, the trees and lakes and everything all slowly rotating as they descend.

A wide expanse of darkness opens up around the forest edge as it screws down past the base of the wall, then starts sliding to one side. A great emptiness floods into view as the massive disk of a forest slides under the wall's edge, making way for a new disk of land, pink and orange, to steadily slide into view. At first it looks like another forest, except that warm orange sand carpets the area between the trees - or at least, the pink and cream mushrooms and light brown spores and all other manner of giant fungus growing the size and density of trees all across the sandy fungal jungle.

The disk eases to a stop below the round white wall, and begins to rise up, starting to rotate as it meets the wall, steadily screwing into place. Another series of thuds echo all around the circumference, as the new expanse of land locks into place.

No sooner has it happened then the contestants start to move, their light pillars advancing forward, steadily floating them over the rolling pink tops of the giant mushrooms all the way to the centre. Soon the circle of contestants float above the central, thickest part of the jungle, but still suspended in view of the entire cheering audience. There's something different about their cheering, more hushed, almost expectant.

Scrolling words appear before all the contestants, the same words rolling past all of them at in unison, so fast Tess can only translate a few: "Double sensitivity," "Orgasm denial," "Tentacle pet," "Double orgasm," "Sensitising cum," "Anal orgasm," "Double anatomy," "Orgasm begging." All are cryptic but obviously erotic, rolling past as if on a holographic spinner wheel, the kind used in gambling games of chance. Yet the wheel keeps slowing down, each word Tess or any other contestant stares at taking just a little longer to pass, the spinner slowing further with every word that draws a lingering gaze or fearful eye. It's almost as if it wants to pick what they fear, or subconsciously want the most. Either way, it continues to slow down.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

Tess blinked as she caught herself staring at Qhii for a few moments. She seemed....different....she looked different....or was it just that Tess was seeing her in a different way....? Well....either way...her cock twitched again, causing Tess to quickly look away as she shivered and bit her lip. "D-damnit....st-stop it...." She squirmed slightly, not noticing the way Qhii was looking at her now, staring at Tess' new cock within it's strange silk prison, the fabric barely able to stretch enough. If Tess had grown any larger the material almost certainly would've been ripped open.

"Hn?" Tess was eventually snapped out of her distraction by the loud rumblings below, looking towards the source of the sound and gasping at what she saw. The land itself was....moving. The level of technology in this place truly was amazing...to simple move around huge pieces of land like this...it was...incredible. Tess could only stare in disbelief as the forest beneath her slid away, to be replaced by a new landscape, like some kind of desert, with giant mushrooms and trees dotted all over the place. The landscape was truly alien....unlike anything from back on Earth. The forest had at least been something vaguely familiar, but this....this was different...this was new.

With a loud clunk it seemed to lock into place, before Tess attention was drawn back towards the cheering of the audience, then strange spinning words right infront of her. At first they were moving too fast for Tess to even make out, but as they gradually slowed Tess began to make them out. "Wh-what the....? Are they....serious....?" Given what had happened so far, it wasn't difficult for anyone, let alone someone of Tess' intelligence, to figure out what these words meant. Whichever one of them this strange 'spinner' stopped on....that condition would be inflicted upon the contestants. Most of them Tess could guess what they would mean.
Double Sensitivity would be...well...just that.
Orgasm denial...so...they would be denied the ability to orgasm? That sounded a lot like what the planet from before had been doing in the forest. Tess shivered at the thought, her hand once more going to her belly. Was something still inside of her....? What would it do to her if there was....?
Tentacle Pet? What in the hell was that supposed to mean? Each of them would be given a pet tentacle? Somehow Tess doubted it would be that simple.
Sensitising cum? What was that supposed to mean? That cum would act as some kind of drug to make the body more sensitive....? How in the hell would they accomplish that?
Anal Orgasm...was that even possible? Tess was...well...had been still a virgin....she really had no idea.
Double Anatomy? She could guess what that meant....
Orgasm Begging? No...absolutely not. She wasn't going to give these freaks the satisfaction of seeing her beg no matter what they did to her.

Tess just folded her arms indignantly and looked away from the spinner, closing her eyes as if uncaring of what it landed upon. Knowing these 'people' they'd be happy with any...hell, she wouldn't be surprised if they inflicted several of them upon the contestants, or at least upon her in particular, no matter what it landed on.

 

[Hapto]

Away from Tess' sight the spinner eases to a gradual stop. The audience gasps, then applauds fervently. Upon looking back, Tess sees the flashing words for: "Double round!"

The spinner flashes a final time, then splits in two. Before Tess and all the other contestants, the dual sets of spinners all start spinning up again, flashing past the same erotic words again in doubled unison.

In time, the first spinner eases to a rest on on: "Sensitising cum." The second spinner gradually slows to a crawl over "Double anatomy." It them jumps one more place onto: "Orgasm begging."

The audience's cheers flow behind Praxal's booming voice: "Well well, it looks like our contestants are in for a real treat this round. Control."

The utterly emotionless and direction-less voice again: #Yes Mistress.#

Around all the contestants bright blue lines burst into existence, rushing to collect before their groins and shooting inwards. Tess feels warmth shooting inside her, moving just above her g-spot and behind the base of her new shaft. The movement spirals and builds until a burst of heat rocks her body in time with all the other contestants, and suddenly she can feel those two spots all the clearer, the raised self awareness of her flesh spreading out along and around from the top of her pussy and out from the base of her shaft. The words: "Sensitizing cum," fade and disappear.

But the movement continues, splitting and spreading to spiral just behind her clit, above her g-spot, above a spot further back, around the base of her shaft and another spot so deep inside it almost feels behind her. Another bolt of moving heat shooting up her spine and reaches around her throat, spiralling over her vocal cords. Another burst rocks all their bodies harder, and the movement and heat are gone, leaving her feeling... nothing, no different at all this time, as if nothing new had been changed. The words: "Orgasm begging," fade and disappear.

As soon as its done, all the contestant's pillars turn blue again. All their bodies are suddenly tensed, arching and panting, groins growing wet and hard as all the contestants are forced back to peak arousal. Especially Tess, receiving her second treatment in a row, growing so wet and so hard it feels like her body will burst. Her world slumps half out of consciousness when the light fades to normal, barely registering the tall tree-sized mushrooms growing closer below her, as she and the other contestants are lowered down into the densist part of the mushroom jungle. Already several of the others have disappeared from her sight behind the large rubbery heads of the tallest mushrooms, their number so dense that by the time she's near the ground only the serpentine Haln beside her remains in sight. The serpent turns to her, golden forked tongue flicking. His one good eye winks. Then he's gone too, falling behind a wall of thick, rubbery foliage.

Tess descends alone now, her world growing darker surrounded on all sides by thick, pink-grey stalks of rubbery mushroom flesh, growing out of the orange sand she eases down towards. As her feet touch down and recoil from the sudden sensation, part of her wonders if its really sand - it doesn't feel grainy at all, and as her sensitive feet are carefully placed onto it, the sand sinks around her like a rubbery fabric, the surface unbroken.

The surrounding darkness breaks, as around Tess the flitting, flickering white camera-lights return, one of them still red. Their light illuminates moving patches of the air around her, looking slightly thick like fog but smelling vaguely sweet. Their light also shows moving patches of the thick, folliage surrounding her, the crowds no longer visible, only one winding path, narrower than her, leading ahead across to wind across the orange sand. Through the dense canopy of mushroom heads she can only just make out the roof, and the new pillars of light descending from it, touching down far off and all around her, nine white goal-pillars spaced evenly around the outside of the round landscape, with Tess, and all the other unseen contestants all in the very middle.

Above her head, Praxal's voice booms: "Let round two begin!"

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

"Double round....? Oh for.....you sick bastards!" Tess growled, these things weren't satisfied with just one embarassment, there had to be two? And the two that came up....Sensitising Cum and Orgasm Begging? Just what the hell were those supposed to do? How would either of those work? How could they do anything to make the contestants beg? Well....Tess' pride wouldn't allow her to beg...no...no she would not beg for anything from them....not even to get rid of this new....thing...between her legs. She wouldn't beg them to take it away....she'd make them take it away when the time was right.

"HN!" Tess went rigid as she felt the same warmth as before, her body growing more sensitive in a similar way to how it had before, but it spread into her new erection as well, causing it to twitch, even grow slightly larger, straining the fabric of her bikini even more. Before she could even do a thing, she felt another bolt, heat moving around her, focusing in her neck for some reason, before suddenly it went. She felt the same as before, no different. Maybe that one had been a dud? No....no she wasn't going to be that lucky. More likely something had been done that she wouldn't realise the full effects of until later....then again that seemed to be the norm so far today. "D-damnit...." The girl hunched over slightly as she felt the same sensitising light as before, knowing she needed to resist the urge to touch any part of her body, even the skin of her arms and legs was too sensitive right now. Still....she had to be thankful for the fact she had clothes this time...

Tess was panting heavily as she descended, doing her best to catch her breath and keep control. It was difficult....this new body part....it seemed to come with new urges and hormones flowing through her body, the sensations unfamiliar...it was difficult to keep them in check. Still, she had to stay focused. First thing, find Qhii. They stood a much better chance together than alone.
The second her feet touched the sand, Tess gasped. It felt incredible...her feet sensitive...she could almost feel every individual grain of sand against her skin. "N-no....focus...." She took a slow, deep breath, then turned in the direction she had last seen Qhii, setting off quickly. This was going to be more difficult....the pillars weren't together anymore....getting two next to each other was going to be harder than last time. "Come on Qhii.....where are you? We have to hurry....have to try and be among the first....it's our only chance...."

 

[Hapto]

The thick, hazy foliage slows her progress. The tree-wide heads of the giant mushrooms darken everything. Her three light-cameras help a little, orbiting through the ever-present haze of fog, the two white ones illuminating moving glimpses of the foot-wide mushroom stalks crammed in around her, so close together she has to bend and weave around each and every one. And her new anatomy isn't helping, the very solid protrusion before her hips making it very difficult indeed to fit through the gaps untouched.

A sudden sway of her hips brushes the very end of her tented pants past the flesh of a stalk. She hears herself gasp, a swipe of pleasure spasming her hips from the impact, the sensation still tingling in the well of wet sensitivity hidden within the peak of the tent. Even moving carefully, soon another stalk pats the side of the tent, the pleasure not as sharp but still very noticeable, letting her feel the soft smooth skin of the stalk's flesh pressing against the fabric a moment, her own hard skin pressing back.

The worst happens when she's forcing her way through two particularly close stalks, barely able to move their fleshy girth apart at all. Her back pressed against one, her arms straining against the other, she's still barely able to push them apart far enough to make room for her new, inconvenient girth. The very tip of her tent shivers against the smooth flesh as she slowly starts moving between them.

Then she hears the roar. It's sweeter than an animal, almost musical in it's sound, yet still undeniably a roar, coming from the near distance. The foliage is just as thick and dark in that direction, and she can only just make out a few red lights appearing and disappearing - three red light-cameras moving between the stalks, orbiting a shape tall enough to hold them above the thickest of the haze. And the shape is moving towards her - at least, in her general direction. Someone heard her call, and though she can't directly see who, the contestant's identity isn't too hard to guess - not after the distinctly musical voice of that roar, or the distant rasping of a serpentine body slithering over sand. Nor after the sudden burst of blue fire shooting towards her.

The ringgun shot misses by far, but the shock is enough to startle her strained arms off the stalk before her. It rushes back in, meeting her tip and forcing its underside to shoot up along its flesh, the feeling rushing all the way down her underside and straight over her pussy. Her own voice echoes into the distance, all but forgotten behind the sound and feeling of her whole body panting heavily. She's half collapsed between the two stalks now, one pressing against her back, the other pressing against the whole underside of her tensing erection, every tense pressing more into the flesh through the fabric. Her legs strain to try and keep her from sliding down its length any more.

Thankfully, it seems the serpentine Haln didn't hear her, too busy musically screaming at the heavy stalks that had fallen over him after he used the ringgun. But any humour in this is overshadowed when Tess sees those same heavy, tree-sized stalks being thrown aside, one after another. And by the sight of her two, white light-cameras raising up high above her head, shining brightly through the darkness.

The crashing stalks stop suddenly. There's only silence there for a while. Then movement starts again, subtler this time, the sights of still standing stalks being pushed apart one pair after another, closer each time, the three distant red highlighting the path of movement, headed straight for her.

The serpent is coming for her. And her own light-cameras are happily leading him on.