princess woes

(Authors note: since the word **** has become a big no-no on this site, I decided to change the title to Subjugation Tournament. It’s still called **** Tournament in story, but the word “****” is flat out banned from searching. So yeah, not exactly great for visibility)

“GOOD MORNING, RASHEUL! ARE YOU READY FOR THE SEMI FINALS MATCH UP EVENT!”

A colossal cheer went up. Seriously, this appeared to be as exciting as watching toast burn. What is wrong with these people?

Ben for the matter was dressed for the occasion, wearing a cute black and white maid uniform with cat ears. I have no idea how he does it.

“But first! Lets introduce our princes! Number One! From the mighty empire of Helman. Hailing from the capital Langbau. Last years Champion. Mineeeeerva Margareeeeeet!

The champion was teleported in the arena. She tends to in general get massive applause, but this time even more sothen usual. I believe the reason is her attire.

Minerva wore some sort of uh...barbarian chieftain uniform? Skull helmet, lots of fur and all that good stuff. At any rate, she looked ready to crush some rocks with her bare hands and then eat them. The crowd loved it.

“Incidentally our princess also hails from Helman. Will this give Minerva an advantage? Only time will tell!”

Yeah, no thanks. I want to stay as far away from that one as possible.

“Our second prince! From the brutal and unforgiving Monster Realm. With the quickest quarter finals win in over fifty years! The strongest Galmon of them all, Valkyrieeeee!”

In stark contrast to Minerva, Valkyrie was dressed in a dazzling prince ceremonial uniform. Unlike my ridiculous get up this actually looked like something royalty would wear. That did however not change how uncomfortable Valkyrie looked. She was clearly not too pleased with this nonsense either.

“And now, our third and final prince. She requires no introduction. Residing in our very own Free City of L-Zile, the one they call Speed Demon. Syyyyyyylphiiiiiid!!”

And finally Sylphid showed up in a very revealing but nonetheless masculine silk outfit. If I had to hazard a guess it was styled after the princes garment of Shangri-la? That or Zethenian. Regardless what it was, her boobs were only covered by a breezy vest but despite that she wore it with such amazing confidence and swagger that I couldn't help but be impressed.

“These three valiant princes will fight for the hand of the princess. And speaking of? Are you ready to see her? Are you? Are you?”

“YES!”

“I can't hear youuuuuuuuuuuu!”

“YEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!”

Just get it over with already.

“Coming all the way from the northern reaches of Helman. This tempestuous tomboy has impudently fought herself all the way up to the semi finals, ruthlessly enslaving every single one of her opponents! But has now the time come where this spoiled little girl will finally get the spanking she deserves? Please! With a great applause!

WELCOME

THE

AMBER.

PRINCESS.

MAAAAAAAAARRRRIIIIIIIIIII!!!”

Haaa...

There I was.

Standing in the middle of the arena, as so many times before.

Only this time wearing a slutty pink princess dress.

I just want to crawl into a hole and die.

“Please smile, Master Beta”, urged Maria who came along as my lady in waiting. “And remember to curtsy.”

“Hahaha.”

Using all my willpower I twisted my mouth into a smile and started to trembling perform a curtsy. There was no way I could move this skirt upwards more then an inch so it was pretty awkward but for some reason that caused the crowd to go into overdrive. Seriously, are there only perverts in the audience?

“Look at her trying her best!”, Ben cheered. “She is clearly very embarrassed about showing off her pretty legs but despite that she tries her hardest for her fans! That is a true professional for you!”

As if I had a choice. Who knows what Maria or her bosses would do if I don’t play along?

“Now then, dear audience”, Ben started again as the cheers have settled down. “Each prince will be given a chance to woo and swoon the amber princess. You might be wondering how we decide which one succeeds? By what the princess thinks, perhaps? Of course not! That would be silly.”

I was actually not briefed about the specifics of the wooing part. According to Maria she was not allowed to inform me for fairness sake.

Yeah, right. Nothing about this had anything to do with fairness.

Ben snapped a finger and a weird noise occurred. I had no idea what just happened but a glance on the huge magic vision screen revealed a large number floating above my head.

It said 59.

“This number highlights how excited our princess is. 0 means bored to tears a 100 means ready to faint! Oh? And did I mention that our sneaky magicians cast an emotional **** multiplier on our princess as a prank? Every emotion she experiences is multiplied by a factor of 3!”

I see. I suppose that explains the murderous rage I currently feel towards Ben.

“But the princes need to crank that score even higher! Because get this: Whoever gets that number the highest wins her haaaaaaaaaand! And with that I mean match! Ohhhhhh!!!!!!!!

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I hate this city.

“Now lets not waste any more time! First prince, Valkyrie! You are up!”

Right. I dressed down Cassandra pretty hard but she had the right of it. I need to get Valkyrie as my opponent.

Valkyrie slowly walked to my position. She was very stiff. For real now, I don't think I ever saw her this awkward.

Finally, she arrived in front of me and...did nothing. She just remained still and stared at me.

This awkward silence was somehow worse then whatever else she could do. Well, I say this but glancing at my number it had only risen one point to 60. That won't do. I need to do something embarrassing. Embarrassing...

“S-so…” I started with a shaky smile. “Y-you want to beat me? I...I am a big girl who can already use the potty on her own!”

...

I’m feeling lightheaded. The entire arena started to laugh and coo at me. B-but that was a good thing. R-Right, I just need to get humiliated. I glanced at the score.

60

Huh? What the hell? It didn’t raise at all?

“In order to prevent cheating”, Ben smugly explained. “Self inflicted excitement does not count.”

You got to be kidding me!

“I see” Valkyrie responded. “Umm...I wish to inquire what color are the undergarments you are currently wearing?”

Ha?

Just like that my number went up to 67.

“Nice!”, commented Ben. “Valkyrie opts from some classic verbal stimulation! A strong first move!”

“My apologies…” A faint blush crept up on her face. “According to Sylphid asking you this question would be effective.”

Of course.

“There are other things I could say to you...but…”

Instead of that Valkyrie raised her hand and placed it on my head.

Patting it.

Ha?

“There, there. Good girl, good girl. Your doing very well. This dress looks good on you. You make a very cute little girl.”

Blaff.

“Uhhh! Mari's number has risen to 85! Nice job! Perhaps she is the type of tomboy princess who puts on a brave front but reacts particularly strong to this type of innocent skinship?”

Eventually, Valkyrie herself now blushing quite fiercely, stopped and moved back to her fellow princes.

“Everything alright, Master Beta?”

I only nodded in response. That was...more effective then I liked to admit. Having a strong girl like that take care of me...no! Stop it, Mari! That’s a dangerous line of thinking!

I was mercifully given a few minutes to calm myself down. This was chiefly done to keep things fair between the contestants. It was sorely needed. My heart was pumping so fast it felt like I was getting a heart attack. Unfortunately my number only dropped to 75 during that.

Next up was Minerva. In stark contrast to Valkyrie she strutted up to me with the confident gait of someone who already knew she had this one in the bag.

I took a deep breath. I need to protect this number. I can not get excited. Whatever she will say or do to me, I will just let it wash over me. I am calm. Completely calm.

“Well, well”, Minerva stated while crossing her arms. “If it isn’t the pleasure ****. Never thought you make it this far, boy.” For a brief moment the axefighter just stood there, menacingly.

Perhaps she decided to not play along? Something idiotic like this was probably way beneath last years champion.

I exhaled in relief just as my skirt started fluttering upwards.

“OOOOOHHHHHHH!!!”

“Kyaaaahhh!!!”

I let out a manly scream and pushed my skirt back down.

“Minerva just gave the princess an upskirt! How bold! How uncouth! Camera! Please say we got this?”

Sure enough, there on the big screen was a full closeup of my completely shaven and bare legs as well as the pair of snow white panties(with red polka dots) I was **** to wear. The picture flipped between a front and a back view.

I was visibly shaking now and it only got worse when I saw the number on the screen.

84.

“Interestiiiiing!”, commented Ben. “It looks like our princess doesn’t mind showing off her panties all that much. She might be a lot more perverted then we thought.”

I somehow, inexplicable managed to protect Valkyries lead. But at what cost?

Minerva didn’t seem to mind her loss in the slightest. Laughing loudly, she departed the stage.

Meanwhile, I seriously contemplated slitting my throat.

But the arena would just revive me.

“You are doing very well, Master Beta. Only one prince left”, Maria whispered encouragingly.

“Wehell! Minerva certainly answered Valkyrie’s question regarding our princess choice of underclothes! But polka dots? Really? I have to say, our tomboy princess has quite the childish side!”

Again. I was **** to wear them.

“The current record still sits at eighty-five! Only fifteen points from the maximum! Will our final prince overcome that?

Alright, I’m still on track. Taking once again the grace period to calm me down I looked at the score

62

Good! It was utterly mortifying at first but no matter how embarrassed you are. Time will dilute the effect and this emotional multiplier works in both directions. Yeah, this is the type of event that heavily favors the first contestant. I can do this, just need to make it past...

Sylphid was playfully and not very princely jogging up to me, confidently putting her hands to her hips and bending forward a bit. Mouth a complete grin. “So, you are that cute princess, we hear so much about, huh?”

“I..I...would personally rather call me handsome”, I blurted out for some god forsaken reason.

Sylphid nodded sagely. “May I kiss your hand, your highness?”

W-what is she planning?

My heart rate was rising and so was my score. C-C-Calm down Mari. This...This is nothing.

64

66

I silently stretched my right hand out towards her

J-just think of her in her underwear. N-No! w-what am I saying?

68

70

Sylphid went on one knee, gently grabbed my hand and pressed a chaste kiss on it.

72

74

76

W-Why is m-my score still raising? T-This is..t-his is not even…S-stop!

78

79

80

80

80

It settled...Ha...Ha...Thank the goddess. A-alright, just...g-get this over with.

And then, before I even had the chance to comprehend what was happening, I found myself staring at the sky.

H-Huh?

I...for some reason was in Sylphid’s arms? She was carrying me like a...b..bride. Looking deep into my eyes.

Huh? What? Huh?

“I am going to make you mine, handsome.”, she stated and then in a more hushed tone, as she leaned close to my ear. “And you are so gonna wear this on our first night.”

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Blaff Blaff Blaff

Ding Ding Ding!

“A 100! A perfect score! Prince Sylphid has perfectly wooed the princess!”

I only faintly registered these words as I passed out in Sylphid’s arms.