Kiss Fighter

Author’s Note – Kiss Fighter was authored by Useless Games. I found it on Newground.com While I may change some of the details of the game to fit the story line, it is not my intent to change the basic game play.

You found yourself standing in darkness and silence for several heartbeats. You were wondering if Mary’s contraption was actually working. Just before you reached for the helmet to pull it off so you could ask Mary what went wrong, a spotlight appeared from your left. It illuminated a circle on a bright red curtain a pace or two to your right. You heard a murmuring as if there were dozens of soft conversations were coming from the same direction as the spotlight. A moment later, an older man stepped through the curtain. He was dressed in a black gown. He had a black mortarboard and a purple stole. You recognized him as Dean Mason.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Dean Mason started. You hadn’t heard the dean speak for more than a couple minutes at the beginning of the semester, but you were surprised by how much the man sounded like the dean. Although you could still hear the occasional whisper or soft murmur, the crowd noise had died down. “Welcome to the University’s Student Awards Competition. The competition will consist of several challenges in different areas of campus life. In each contest, two students will demonstrate their skills. The winner will receive the prize for being the best student in that area.”

“And now,” the Dean continued, “Let’s hear it for our first set of contestants. An eighteen year old freshman in general studies. She stands five foot six with an impressive 36-28-35 figure….Patricia JOHNSON!” A light shone from the ceiling above you. It illuminated the fact you were dressed in a business suit; jacket, blouse, tab-tie, skirt and black pumps. And while you couldn’t see them, you could feel that you were also wearing a bra, panties, and garter belt as well. You marveled at the fact you could actually feel the silky undergarments against your skin. You turned to your left as you heard a loud round of applause. The lights that shone on you made it impossible to see more than a couple feet. You spotted at least half a dozen figures in the short distance you could see. You couldn’t believe how real and lifelike they looked.

“Her opponent,” the Dean continued when they applause had died down, “A twenty-five year old graduate student working on her PhD in Computer Science. She stands five foot five with a pleasing 34-27-33 figure….Mary MILLER!” A second light appeared on the far side of the dean. It shone on Mary. Like you, she was dressed in business attire. Although she had a sweater instead of a jacket, a necktie instead of a tab and slacks instead of a knee-length skirt. She raised her hands in response to the cheers of the crowd.

“The last one with any clothing will win the contest.” the Dean announced, “They will receive the title and a prize from the loser.”

“What?...” you cried, but you were drowned out by the wild cheers of the crowd. The thought of seeing one of you naked had everyone on their feet. Not hearing your cry, Dean Mason turned and disappeared through the curtain. The spotlights disappeared. Lights flooded from several directions. Although the lights were directed at the stage, enough of the light spilled over so you could see the audience. You told yourself that they were merely images; a fantasy generated by the computer. But the way they moved was so life-like that you couldn’t help but think that they were real.

“Are you ready?” Mary asked. The crowd grew quiet. You turned to face Mary. Your opponent stood there calmly looking you over. The tension grew with each passing second you hesitate. Finally, you nodded that you were. The crowd cheered their approval of your response. The noise didn’t drown out the call to begin. At the same time, the word “BEGIN” appeared in bright green letters. You watched Mary reach out and touch the sign. The green glow faded from her face. You followed her example. The moment your hand touched the “BEGIN” sign, it disappeared. The crowd cheered as the game began.