Fist Full of Snowballs

"Damn..." Cleopatra cried, real actual tears falling down her cold cheeks. She was leaned against a tree, absolutely exhausted. "Damn you Erica." Turns out the war wasn't over afterall...

She should have been more careful! She knew that stupid slacker trait, could make her apathetic to victory, but damn this was bad.

"Can't do it." She sighed, letting herself collapsed underneath the dry shade of a tree. "Ooooh that's good." Nice and comfy, once you give up on winning a game, all the stress leaves with it. So dumb. The Prize is Mine, the trait that compelled her to tie up a pirate queen the last time it was unleashed, was screaming inside of her to get up and start throwing snowballs, but she just couldn't do it. Erica's enchantment on her was too strong.

"Mmm." She whimpered pathetically, taking the sleeve of her fur coat, and rubbing it along her sex. At least she got to think about how Far Erica has come in these past weeks. She was a regular demon of sloth now, so hot. She let the soft fur of her jacket coax, and draw her body into ecstasy. A distance away, but not too far, she saw another figure stumble against a tree, her own apathy weighing down on her like an elephant.

Cleo could recognize her friend Helen, and instantly knew she was in the same situation. Eve had gotten her. She supposed they should feel Flattered. Olympias was so much more of a threat in this competition, but she took the complement.

"Are you watching fans?" Cleopatra cooed, to herself. She ran her free sleeve over her dark body. "Thank you for my new trait, I've had sooo much fun corrupting my wardrobe. I hope the editors have shown you all the swimsuits I've destroyed this week." She giggled, and moaned. "This whole coat, used to be a puffy jacket, but only the trim on the hood remains. Ah well..." She sighed, and looked at Helen from across the way. She could eliminate her right now, if only she had the will to get to her feet and MOVE! "Hope you're as generous this time around, because I'm not making it very far this week."

"Weeeeeee!" Eve cooed, letting a snowball rip from her hand.

It curved like a baseball and zipped right past Olympias, punching a hole in a nearby tree. Olympias gave a confused look as she saw Eve make another telegraphed attack, and missed her by a mile. As she really that bad of an aim? Wasn't she the perfect woman? Olympias side stepped another snowball, and then another. What she lacked in aim, Eve made up for in relentlessness. She was fast, and it was all Olympias could do from getting clipped on accident. If there were enough balls in the air, eventually one was going to hit it.

"Aww snuggle!" Boudica dismayed, watching Eve flail about with Olympias. "She's drunk as a skunk!" Eve's normally graceful movements were stumbling, and confused. Her attacks were flying way off target. In fact. "Aaaah!" Boudica squawked, and jumped out from the bush she was hiding in. One of Eve's fast balls went careening into the bush, Right where Boudica had been. "This is too dangerous." She told herself, balls were flying in every direction except at Olympias, at this rate Boudica was going to get hit on accident.

She turned herself to a location deeper in the forest and started running.

"Sorry Eve, but this is a game I can actually win, I'm not letting you take me out in the cross fire.”

"Oh this is too perfect." Cleopatra snarked seeing Erica appear from behind a tree.

"Caught with your pants down, what a surprise." Erica was the cat that captured the mouse, in a mouse trap no less.

"You know I'm impressed, this is a dark power Erica. All my hopes, my dreams, they're all so dull right now. I just don't care. That's pretty sinister, you're a credit to your sin."

"Gracias." Erica bent over and started forming a snowball. "This is going to be tricky, because I want to get eliminated too, but taking you out first will ensure I don't get the worse one."

Cleopatra's eyes flicked behind Erica.

Elizabeth was stumbling across Helen, not too far away, and forming her own snowball. "Better hurry."

"Hmm?" Erica turned around, and sure enough Elizabeth was winding up to take Helen out. Not far away from them. “Fuck!"

“Remove this curse.” Cleopatra commanded, trying to trigger Erica’s whatever trait. “Remove this…”

Erica tossed her Snowball at Cleopatra and sprinted towards Elizabeth with her arms held out. Golden fireworks burst open in the sky indicating that Cleopatra was gone. Elizabeth nailed Helen, and soon green fireworks joined Cleopatra's in the sky.

"Yes!" Erica smiled and waved her hands, to ensure Elizabeth saw her coming. She'd hit Erica, and this will have all gone perfectly.

"Gotcha!" Out from behind a tree, a familiar red arm, reached out, grabbed Erica by the collar of her shirt, and wrestled her to the ground. Mary had captured her, oh well a loss is a loss. She'd get paid either way. Though Mary was a disturbing person to lose to. She was panting, and not from the effort of taking Erica down. She was horny, excited. If the girl had to guess, she'd say Mary had been following her for a bit, enjoying the game of stalking her prey.

"Geez, you couldn't just hit me with it?" Erica sighed.

Mary giggled, and started forming a snowball. "I like to look into the eyes of what I kill... before I rip them out. But this will have to do!" She raised her arm to Hit Erica with the snowball, bust instead of a collection of snow, a slippery kind of slime dripped from Mary's finger's.

"Aaah gross stop!" Erica cried out, spitting the stuff out of her mouth.

Mary was just as confused and looked at her hand in horror where was the snowmall? It's like it had melted and turned into this... lube?

"Ahhh fuck! Are you kidding me?"

"What? Uh, what was that?"

"My stupid weapon trait, it turns anything dangerous into a sex toy. The stupid thing turned the snow into Lube! How am I supposed to win if I..." She suddenly lifted her skirt up, and stuck her lubey hand down her bloomers. “Hey! Stop!” She yelled at her hand like it was a rouge subordinate. “What’s happening?”

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Skylar

Host

“For those of you playing at home, that was Cleopatra's doing. Well... Mark Anthony's. When they were doing it at the start of a week, he upgraded somebody's trait, remember? Well now we know why!"

"Tools of The Trade+ Not only turns any weapon in Mary's possession into a sex toy, but it also compels her to use it on herself! Looks like she's enjoying it! Haha, okay! Back to the action!"

"Gross get off of me!" Erica started stuggling. She'd been resigned to her fate, but this was too much.

"Oh whatever you like it Lez!" Mary hissed, and then sighed. The gravity of the situation was hitting her, she wasn't going to be able to eliminate anyone. She just had to outlast as many opponents as possible. "Looks like taking you out is a no go, oh well." With her free hand, she reared back, flexing her fingers into claws. "I can still take your eyes out!"

Mary burst into a cloud of red sparks, and the sky sang of her eliminations. Elizabeth was taking cover behind a tree, grinning proudly at the demons' disappearance.

"Nice!" Erica laughed getting to her feet. "You can have a free shot, I want to..." She held her hands out, but instantly realized that the three loser slots had just been filled. Which meant... she had to win this thing now. She jumped out of the way as Elizabeth shot another ball her way. "Crap crap crap!" She broke into a full sprint. That certainly changed things, stupid Mary! Why couldn’t she have just taken Erica out?

Behind her there was laughter, ol' Elizabeth was having the time of her life back there. "Hey where's my free shot?"

"Change of plans!"

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“Woo! Woo! Wahoo!” Eve giggled a flurry of snowballs passing by her. Olympias was gritting her teeth, this woman was boneless and dodging everything that came her way!

“Stay still!”

“I’ll get hit.” Eve said sloppily.

It was a clash of the titans the two had been going back and forth for ten minutes, and there wasn’t a solid blow amongst them.

With Eve drunk enough to function her skills were dulled enough to give Olympias a chance. A chance she was failing to take over and over again. Even wasted Eve was managing to keep up with her. Just watching her movements was like watching a drunken martial arts master. Somehow she was even perfect as a wineo.

With another attack dodged, Olympias bent over to form her next weapon, but was shocked when Eve charged into melee. She's seemed content, even happy to dodge attacks for the last few minutes, this sudden change of strategy took the amazon off balance.

Olympias dodged her stumbling advance, and ended with the perfect view of Eve's super enhanced backside. Had there ever been a greater target? It seemed The First Woman was in danger, but she had a secret up her non-existent sleeve that even Olympias wasn't prepared for. Eve only grazed her coat with her fingers, but that was enough.

“Mother of Sin secret technique! Greed Style: Tainted Tailoring!” Eve slurred kneeling dramatically on the ground, her back to Olympias.

“This is just sad.” Olympias sighed. “What are you on abou…” she was cut short, there was a wriggling in her clothing, like they had come to life!

Her arms were suddenly yanked behind her. Her hoodie flew over her head and clenched shut. She was enveloped in darkness, her whole wardrobe was suddenly conspiring to imprison her!

On the outside of things, Olympias’s pants unraveled, their threads being absorbed into her jacket, the hem of which had grown teeth, and was slowly squirming down Olympias' tall from, a snake eating a mouse.

It swallowed and swallowed her until the hem of her jacket was touching the ground. There was no seam for her hood or face, it was gone, and she was completely encased in this living fabric. It tightened around her body, bringing her legs together, and then toppling her over. She landed in the snow with a thud, and a content eye formed on the beast her jacket had become, its gaze as happy and lazy as an uncle on thanksgiving. Olympias had been eaten alive by what looked like a tight fitting sleeping bag.

“Neat!” Eve giggled, trundling away from her victim, the thought of eliminating Olympias drowned somewhere in all that booze sloshing about her brain. It's not like she was going anywhere, anyway.

She turned her nose towards the sun, and sniffed the air. She smelled... fear and excitement. The smell of a hunt, between Elizabeth the hunter, and... Erica!

Sloppily jumping into action Eve gathered a snowball in her hand, did a wicked wind up, and sent her weapon ripping through the world. A sonic boom blew all the surrounding snow away. The spinning ball of frozen water, spun as it tore through the air. It defied momentum and curved around a bend in the forest, heading horizontal to Eve, and straight towards her target. It wasn't magic, just a little trick. "There!" Eve said proudly, resting her hand on her hips. "... Oh shoot! Erica! Duck!"

"Erica stop! Stop! Erica! Slow down come on!" Elizabeth giggled, throwing clumsy clumps of snow at her target. She might have hit home too, but she was having so much fun, her sides ached, and it was making it very hard to pin the girl down.

"Lalalalala!" Erica yelled, both her hands firmly pressed against her ears. "I'm not listening! I'm not listening!" Elizabeth was trying to activate her whatever trait, but Erica wouldn't cave to what Erica couldn't hear. She couldn't go on like this forever, eventually, she would need to actually throw something at Elizabeth or else...

"Erica! Duck!"

Eve's snow ball slammed her square in the face, so hard it lifted her off her feat, and propelled her backwards towards Elizabeth.

"Aaaaah!" Elizabeth screamed in terror as the young woman was thrown her way. Erica evaporate into a spray of indigo sparks, these were blown away by a sudden gust of air, a gale is more like it. Air was dragged in behind the racing snowball, it's presence so strong the trees groaned in protest. Elizabeth was nearly swept off her feet.

Elizabeth looked about, she couldn't even see who'd thrown that! Though, context clues offered up only one suspect. "Shoot shoot shoot!" Elizabeth cried, scurrying off the bath, and into the brush. "How do you beat something like that?"

"Ah shoot!" Eve groaned, looking up at the indigo fireworks. "Sorry Erica... I said duck." She sighed, and turned towards Olympias. "Guess I better take you out too... Hey!"

Where Olympias had been there were now just shreds of torn fabric. The hulk had clearly broken loose of her bindings, and ran into the forest, deliciously naked.

"Eve ya did it again..." She smelled the air. All three opponents were heading away from her, each in a different direction. It was going to be though to chase after all three. So instead she ran to the tallest tree in her proximity, and climbed it with the grace of a chimpanzee ballerina. She got to the tip of the tree, sitting upon it's thin branches as weightless as a sparrow. From there she could see everything in the forest, and as soon as one of those silly little rabbits poked their heads out, and came into the open...

She'd be ready.