Affected fight

The blinding light slowly faded from the girls' eyes. They slowly acclimated to the cold piercing air on their lungs, the weak sunlight in a clouded sky, the crunching of earth beneath their feet, the rustling of leaves all around them as they took in their surroundings. They were in a clearing in the middle of a forest.

"Ready? Fight!" Chrissi's voice echoed from everywhere at once.

Barely waiting for permission, Valleyr summoned a pair of wings to her back and flew straight at Hyppolita, tackling her and booming up into the skies.

"Shit, get behind me!" Bianca moved to protect Sunny from the others, before anyone did any more drastic movements.

"Hey Sunny Buns... I've got something to tell you..." Harley crept towards the smaller woman, with a smile on her face.

"I can't hear you! Lalalala..." The brunette put her hands over her ears and sang to drown out the clown.

"I SAID I'VE GOT SOMETHING TO TELL YOU." The blonde screamed, with a look of unadulterated fun on her face. Sunny panicked and beelined to the woods, singing at the top of her lungs and hoping it was even louder than Harley’s screams.

"Hey, clown? Shut up." Bianca stood between the two and shot right at Harley's face. The anti-hero however, simply bent over back 90° at the waist and saw the bullets fly way above her.

“Aw, why do cops always take the fun out of everything?” The clown asked with a pout.”

“How did–”

"Cat's agility, love." Her smile returned to her face as she bent, dodged and weaved at every bullet that came her way, laughing like a kid on Christmas every second of the way. The anti-hero swung wide at the cop with her morningstar. Bianca dodged. That dodging left an opening in her stance, which the clown exploited by running straight past the black woman, chasing the nerdy girl instead. Her genuine cackling echoed through the forest.

When Bianca realized what her opponent had done, she cursed at herself. Shit, how could I let her get past me?! The black woman looked at the forest, Sunny was already out of sight and Harley was fading fast. She hadn't noticed Ariadne anywhere since they'd gotten to this place, but she didn't have time to worry about it right now, she had to catch up to Harley before the clown **** Sunny to throw in the towel.

***

Valleyr dragged her prey up and up and up, all while punching at her armor, trying to dislodge it and strike at the half-angel's skin.

"Let me go, elf!" Hyppolita demanded as she continuously hit the druid's back with her gauntlet. The green skinned woman seemed to be more resilient than her appearance would suggest, she was weathering the blows well enough to keep holding. The cleric tried to add some knee strikes to her opponent's belly, but the position wasn't helping.

This wasn't good, if it kept up, the elf would eventually manage to unbuckle something, take a piece of armor out of the way and strike at her skin. Then, it would be a matter of seconds before she struck enough blows to end this.

Alright, plan B. Time for some magic.

"Unhand me." The cleric commanded. Her power flowed through her words and into the elf's ears like honey sliding over the tongue. Valleyr's eyes glazed over for a couple of seconds. She stopped her hurried ascension and opened her arms, letting the weight of the warrior on her shoulders fall down.

Hyppolita let gravity do its thing and allowed herself to drop for a couple of seconds, enough to distance herself from her opponent as the druid regained her senses. As she fell, the redhead unleashed wings of her own, shining with a soft golden light on the cold morning air. She unsheathed her pink sword and allowed herself a quick smirk.

I was planning to use this power on a more... sexy situation, but this works too.

As Valleyr realized what she had just done, the cleric was already charging up, sword in hand. The half-angel hit the elf square in the jaw. Valleyr unleashed a moan loud enough to echo through the silent sky. Hyppolita flew upwards and turned around midair to readjust herself.

"How do you like that?" She barely had any time to taunt her opponent. The druid charged at her even faster and paid the half-angel back for the blow, striking her right on the chin. The redhead just grunted.

"I liked it very much, thank you." The shapeshifter stood face to face with the half-angel in midair. She hardened her skin in a carapace and taunted the cleric: "Now let's see how hard I can make you moan." She charged once again.

Lacking a shield, Hyppolita crossed her protected arms over her face. But Valleyr flew up a couple inches and punched her in the hair twice. The half angel grunted louder, through her teeth this time, and already showed signs of blushing in her face.

_Shit, I gotta end this quickly before she does. _Hyppolita thought.

She used her free hand to pull her attacker down by the leg and strike her with the sword as she passed by. As the elf realized what was about to happen, she just laughed and said,

"Haha, good luck trying to hit me now. My skin is as thick as -- Awwnn!" She moaned hard as the cleric hit her with two strikes across the legs. "H-How?! I should be almost impenetrable by now!"

"It is still your skin, genius. And all I have to do is hit it."

Valleyr panicked and lashed out at her attacker, trying as hard as she could to rip away pieces of her armor for a **** strike. She managed to take out some parts from her armored legs, but not fast enough.

"Wait wait wait wa--"

Valleyr, however, didn't have time to finish her sentence. Hyppolita tapped her twice on the foot, and the elf orgasmically convulsed into a burst of light.

***

Ariadne was really pleased with her own planning. Shortly before arriving at the arena, she figured out a loophole in her transformation: “in front of anyone.” She had to be directly in front of someone for it to activate, which meant that now, as she skulked behind Sunny while the older girl screamed-sang through the woods, the rogue wasn’t falling into any accidents. She wasn’t even making a sound.

She felt a bit bad for Sunny, she really did, but there was no two ways of looking at it: the nerdy girl was the obvious first target for her to strike. Hyppolita and Valleyr were super powered people who probably had all kinds of defenses, which meant she couldn’t take them out in one hit before she was in front of them. They were also miles up in the air. Which took invisibility out of the play altogether.

Harley had some of the same strengths as Ariadne herself did, meaning that even if she had the drop on the clown, there was still a good chance the young woman would be countered or dodged, and then it would all be ruined. Bianca was very observant and attentive, there was only a tiny possibility she wouldn’t see the rogue coming, and those weren’t the odds she wanted to take a gamble in. This all meant that not only Sunny was the most obvious, but the best target for Ariadne to attack.

Sunny stopped, out of breath, on the shore of a small stream, which had some tall grass between the tree line and the actual river. The brunette was hunched over, hands on knees, trying to pick herself up from all the running and the fear. Ariadne saw her chance and took it. She silently ran forward and struck Sunny twice in the back of her head and then twice more going down the shoulders. The girl went from out of breath to screaming in pleasure and surprise in half a second.

Sunny fell on the grassy ground panicking, heavy breaths of the cold air, suddenly feeling the earth hit her back, the emotions on her chest spiraling wildly from fear to surprise, to hornyness, to confusion and desperation. In her haze, she grabbed the first thing on her she could and threw at her mysterious attacker. It turned out to be a handful of her pink marbles that hit Ariadne in the face, taking the rogue by surprise, making her fall down as well, and then getting scattered through the grass.

Ariadne wasn’t expecting to be hit back, but it didn’t matter, all she had to do was land a final blow before Sunny could recover and she would be golden. But it was too late. The nerdy girl got up and, before any thought could pierce the cloud of emotions enveloping her head, acted on instinct. A weekend of being chased by women hypnotized to be obsessed by her had honed the girl’s reaction instincts to both being attacked and being pleasured out of nowhere and, just then, those instincts flared up. With one hand, she grabbed Ariadne’s forearm, and a marble with the other. Before the rogue could understand, or even react to the fact her prey was helping her get up, Sunny shoved the marble right on Ariadne’s forehead and then dropped the younger girl on the ground again.

The rogue was mildly confused and horny, but it didn’t matter, she had to finish this. She tried to get up again, but fumbled her ascent and was caught by Sunny mid-fall. The nerdy girl repeated the process of pulling the younger girl by the arm, shoving the marble in her head and then letting go, but this time she whispered a single word in her ear as she fell back:

“Sleep.”

“Wha–”

There was nothing mild about it anymore. A cloud of pleasure demanding release spiraled in Ariadne’s head. The oddness and confusion of this situation kept increasing. But most of all, she felt sleepy. Before she had any time to think, the rogue was yanked again, more pleasure, more drowsiness, “Deep sleep.” sleep…

The younger girl fell on the ground once more, eyes shut, in deep slumber. As her last act, Sunny pulled her up again, the dark haired girl’s eyes still closed, the hypnotist whispered in her ear: “Relax.” before letting her go. Both women just stood there, amidst the grass, one breathing heavily, the other with the calmest, most tranquil breathing a human being could produce. One with eyes wide open, the other, eyes wide shut.

“...”

“...”

“..”

“...”

“W-What tHE FUCK! WhatdidIdo?WhatdidIdo?WhatdidIdo?”

There was no response from the girl in front of her.

“I just hypnotized someone from scratch! In the middle of a battlefield!” Sunny’s mind was racing a mile a minute. She tried to calm down to actually think about any next steps at all. Then she heard, being broadcast to the entire arena, Valleyr’s screams of orgasm, signifying the elf was out of the competition.

“Damn it, I have to think fast.” Unfortunately, thinking fast under pressure was not this nerd’s particular strong suit. Far from it, in fact. And to make matters worse, that incessant need, the pleasure, it coursed through her body and clouded her thoughts. The only sensible notion running in her head was that she wouldn’t be able to make any rational decisions like this, not for the rest of the competition. But at the same time, she had a golden opportunity in front of her right now: the girl that had been stalking her so far in the game was putty in her hands at this moment.

Sunny couldn’t trust herself to give any complex commands, or she might just turn them sexual, as she had _sometimes _done in the last few days. Meaning she had to keep this short, sweet and to the point before she lost control. Back to basics it is.

“Ariadne,” the young hypnotist waited for an answer.

“Yes…?” The rogue answered groggily.

“You’re feeling good right now.” This wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

“I’m feeling so good.”

“You would like to feel this good again. Wouldn’t you?” Sunny started reciting the basic mantras used for hypnotizing someone for the first time. Those mantras she had learned from the diary in what felt like weeks ago.

“Yes…” Sunny noticed Ariadne’s cheeks were rosy. Even though she had hypnotized the younger girl to be relaxed, she was still suffering the effects of this game’s weapons.

“Then I am going to give you the ability to do it at the drop of a hat. Isn’t that nice?”

“So nice…”

“Whenever me, and only me, say the words ‘drop for me’ you will go back to this pleasurable, dreamy, submissive state for me. Do you understand?”

“... submissive?” Great, she was showing signs of resistance. Their backs were against a wall here, any of the other girls could come out of the tree line at any moment, Sunny didn't have time for this.

“Yes, submissive. If you want to feel this good ever again, you have to agree to it. You will be submissive, won’t you?”

“…Ok.” It was ****, but it was all Sunny needed.

“Great! Now, as a first order for the submissive, hold out your hand.” The rogue did so. “When you orgasm, you will wake up from this trance, not remembering a thing that happened during it, got it?”

“Yes…”

“Good.” Sunny put one of her pink marbles on Ariadne’s outstretched hand. “Touch this against your skin.”

The rogue did so, letting out a relaxed and pleased moan as her pleasure climbed once more. The moan was broadcast over the whole arena as she disappeared in a burst of light.

“Phew, that was close.” The brunette put her hands on her hips, pleased with herself. “Now on to hunt any other girl. Oh boy, I’m fired up!”

***

Harley hadn’t had this much fun in years.

She had turned coat a handful of years ago, kicked her abusive ex-boyfriend in the ass and went over to work with the Batfamily and the Justice people. Of course that all meant a certain change in attitude she was more than willing to keep up, to make up for all that stuff she did under the Joker’s thumb: no more stealing, no more hurting innocent people, no more evil schemes. She was 90% of the way done… ok, more like 80%, 70% at the least, point is she still occasionally helped some of her bestest, more well intentioned villain friends from time to time, like Ivy or Selena, but she tried to not cause much trouble herself out of respect for Bats and his weirdly warm welcome. The old coot really had a soft spot for lost puppies, huh?

And sure, don't get it wrong, she was more than willing to make up for all the bad stuff she had done (and that the Joker was still doing), so she stayed away from the most violent or excessive types of crimes. But she missed the thrill of it. Not of hurting people, mind you, but the thrill of the chase, of running through rooftops in the cold night air, dodging bat-rangs and police bullets as she ran like her life depended on it. She missed messing with the cops as she ran, throwing as many insults as they shot bullets and laughing her ass off at their confusion as they fell for her traps or her insults. And Batsy’s funny as hell grumpy face that he made whenever she told a particularly crass joke.

Which is why running around this forest, jumping from branch to branch, hurling soft, sexy insults at Bianca while easily dodging her bullets, and enjoying the _hell _out of the cop’s angry and frustrated stare was so much fun!

“If your shooting is as good as your wardrobe selection, no wonder why you’re missing so much!”

“My clothing selection is very good, for your information.” Seemingly realizing what she had just said, Bianca hurriedly fumbled her next words out. “It’s just this transformation getting in my way. And my shooting is very good too! You just keep supernaturally dodging everything.”

“Oh girl, please! You’re smoking hot with a sculpted bod, all you have to do is put on a moderately sexy dress and people will line up in front of you, you never really had to pick out any clothes for real.” Harley smoothly dodged a couple bullets that came her way, but most of them were flying off.

“That’s not true, I–”

“Then you have to work on those confidence issues, babe. You should believe when people tell you you’re smoking hot.” Harley quickly cut through the cop’s words to deliver yet another jab. Bianca shot a couple more rounds and conveniently hid behind a tree to reload, just as she started to blush.

“I don’t… what the–”

The clown princess of crime cackled like a kid in a toy store and Tarzan’d away on the branches, leaving the pink cop on the dust.

“You better up your game if you wanna catch up to me, copper!”

Bianca leaned her back against a tree and took a second to gather herself. Why were the clown’s words even getting to her? She didn’t have any problems with her appearance… right? At least not before this damn show started. Focus Bianca, focus. Harley was very clearly having fun messing with her and these bullets were no good against that woman’s supernatural agility thanks to her transformation. I have to think outside the box to catch that clown.

As she tried to formulate a plan, Bianca glanced down at her own clothing. She didn’t see anything inherently wrong with it. She remembered feeling a bit silly for picking this weird half-cowgirl half-bimbo look, she’d thought it was sexy enough for the show and any seduction challenge, as well as versatile enough if any kind of physical challenge came up. And lo and behold, she was right, the riding boots had proved extremely useful on the chase in this terrain with loose earth and tall roots. Who was that clown to question my wardrobe choices? They worked out perfectly.

Then she looked at her shirt barely covering her heaving chest. A cute pink shirt, tied below her breasts, exposing her midriff. Ok, fine, this may not have been the best strategic choice I could have made… and it’s a bit tacky. Bianca looked behind the tree, making sure she wasn’t at any danger of exposing herself and, after being sure, quickly untied the shirt and started buttoning up, covering those open areas of herself that could be hit by weapons. The problem came after she was done, as she started feeling incredibly uncomfortable, like her chest was being itchy while also being compressed, like she couldn’t spend another second like this anymore, it felt wrong.

Annoyed, Bianca undid the shirt and returned it to its previous position. She looked at her exposed chest and belly. I guess a tight pink button up shirt isn’t sexy enough for Chrissi and this show. It didn’t matter, she didn’t really care about Harley’s words and, as long as she stayed away from the other’s melee weapons, she should be good. The only danger was if anyone got Sunny’s only other ranged weapon in this game. And at that thought, the thought of danger to herself and her newest friend, Bianca sprinted after Harley and towards her roommate.