The Princess Makes Her Entrance

Your giant companion takes in the smoldering smudge that used to be your fellow combatants with a what you can only assume is a disapproval before turning his gaze back to you. Well, back your way at least; helmets are confusing in that way. "That only leaves us, then," he rumbles, "My sole regret is that there can be but one victor."

You nod in distracted agreement, having already forgotten about the exploded monster actors as you squint up into the stadium. The lone spectator seems to be moving down towards you two; the figure in white slowly descending the arena steps as the blue glow you had assumed was some sort of camera darts down at a much faster pace. Now that it's closer, you can see that it is in fact a shining ball of sapphire-colored light hovering through the air. It's actually pretty damn impressive, the more you look at it. Less flashy than the costumes and gore and explosion tricks, but just totally seamless, you know? The sort of simple effect you can let yourself believe is actually real. This place clearly knows its shit.

The giant must pick up on your fascination, because he speaks up unprompted. "I've never seen a Geas either. Simple warriors such as us rarely merit such wonders."

You nod absently. "How do they do it?"

If your companion finds the phrasing of your question odd, he doesn't show it. "As I understand it, they are beings of pure magic created to fulfill a single task. They say this one was commissioned by the King of Avion to train the perfect princess and heir."

Not really an answer to the question you asked, but hey. Backstory is fun and whatever. "Oh?"

Man-Mountain nods. "And so after the King of All Monsters devoured the Kingdom of Avion, the Geas was tasked to raise His daughter instead."

"That is so fucking cool."

You're not sure if your fellow monster-actor agrees or not, because before he can respond the orb of light (Or Geas, you suppose; better start using these official terms and shit) floats down before you. Ripples in endless hues of blue shimmer across its surface as a voice emerges from....you don't know. A speaker? Maybe the whole orb is built out of a drone or something? Better listen to what it's got to say, either way.

"Warriors. You have proven yourself the elite amongst all aspirants." You note with a degree of amusement that the Geas has the clipped, sophisticated tone of a British school marm. "In recognition of such accomplishment, the Princess Herself will favor you both with a few words."

Oh man, it looks like you're doing way better than you could have hoped, and you haven't even done anything yet! Is the Princess, like, the manager of your team or something? Does 'elite' mean you're going to get more than minimum wage? All of these thoughts fade away as the Geas floats to one side and raises its voice, allowing the figure in white to regally step forward.

"Introducing Her Royal Highness, Honored Daughter of the King of All Monsters, The Princess Lin!"

You don't know what you were expecting from the princess, but you feel a little silly now that it wasn't closer to the girl who now stands serenely before you. Sure, she's a monster princess, but you should have known there was no way she'd be, like, a mass of tentacles with a crown shoved in the middle. Management may go crazy with the costumes on the gladiators, but the princesses? Hire a cute girl, put a headband with a horn on her. Boom. Unicorn Princess. Though you maybe weren't expecting her to be quite so....gorgeous? Radiant? Angelic? Why is a girl like THIS working for a theme park, even a high end one? The pay here must be obscene.

Lin is a vision, the unblemished embodiment of lissome beauty. Christ, it's like someone merged together a pop idol with some fantasy image of what ballet dancers look like. She's young, right around your age, but carries herself with an almost otherworldly air of maturity; she would seem no less at home commanding a boardroom than she would graciously accepting her landslide victory for Prom Queen. White-gold hair cascades freely down her graceful back, left bare by her tasteful and no doubt egregiously expensive gown, snow-white with a heart-breakingly high neck. You notice with a flood of relief that someone had the goodwill to leave a small window at her chest, however, revealing the smallest hint of cleavage from breasts just slightly bigger than her slender frame would otherwise warrant. If this girl had ever shown up on TV and told you to buy a specific brand of toothpaste you'd have NEVER gotten a cavity, that's for same sure

It's almost as an afterthought that you notice the rest of her costume. Probably, you surmise, because it looks to have been an afterthought to the costume designers as well. It's all very well done, sure, but when you've got a girl this hot you don't hide her behind a Chewbacca mask. A pair of frilled ivory fins splay out from either side of her lovely face, giving her perfect features something of an exotic cast. It's very...lizardy? Or more likely dragon-y, actually. A few more sequin-like flecks of ivory dot what you can see of her flawless skin, and that's it you guess? You are quickly proven wrong when her tail lifts up and settles into the crook of her waiting arm, Lin idly caressing it with her elegant fingers as she looks down upon you.

You find yourself boggling at her tail, because it isn't at all what you expected. It is colored to match the rest of the princess, creamy flesh adorned with ivory scales, but that's where the similarities end. Lin's tail is rounded and plump in her arms, much more like a newt's than a dragon's. You'd go so far as to say it's on the fat side, but there's something just so plush and inviting about it, like the world's most cuddly stuffed toy. The contrast is stark, but somehow comes together to create the total picture of an utterly irresistible woman: Lithe, willowy Lin and her lush, over-ripe tail, flawless elegance and luxurious, fecund promise in one perfect package. God, the way she casually strokes her ample length is just.......

Look. You want to take his girl on several dates, and then fuck her. And then fuck her costume tail. Er, get a tail job. Er, you don't know the exact term. You do know that as soon as you get home, though, you're putting 'tail job' into a Pornhub search and letting the pieces fall where they will.

The fevered imaginings of your newfound tail fetish are momentarily interrupted when Lin speaks, her lilting voice the sort of thing that would make Disney animators weep tears of joy. "Dear sirs. Allow Us to issue our deepest satisfaction. Such displays of prowess are truly worthy of the one We may come to call Our Champion."

Okay, all still in character then. That's cool; you will stay in character for the rest of your life if that's how Lin wants to play it. You're down to clown.

She continues on, favoring both you and your giant fellow with her serene, pale green eyes. "And though both brave warriors may be deserving, only one may claim the day. And so We bid you both to hold nothing back, and prove who is most worthy amongst all for this honor."

Man-Mountain stiffly bows, so you quickly do so as well. You can hardly take your eyes off the princess as she daintily settles down in her new front row seat, cuddling her tail against her plump chest. The other man doesn't seem quite as affected, however, turning to face you instead.

"I meant what I said," he begins, hefting the massive axe that had been strapped to his back, "I shall strike no deceitful blow, and shall seek to deliver only a clean ending."

Oh that's right; you guys had talked about that big honorable warrior's promise thing. That sounded good when you were a newbie afraid of falling on his face, but now you've got a pretty girl to impress. Better try to spice this up...though you don't think you've magically learned how to do anything impressive in the last few moments....

Oh okay! Yeah, you definitely know how to play this shit.

You turn towards the giant, a hand clutching the hilt of the sword at your side. "Then what do you say we make this a TRUE contest?" With a perhaps over-dramatic flourish, you unbuckle your sword belt and drop the weapon to the ground. You're rewarded with a theatrical little gasp from Lin in her balcony seat and a sharp intake of air from Man-Mountain. Lin gives an approving little golf clap as you strip off your leather chest guard as well, your huge opponent merely staring at you for the moment. Uh, since when have you been this buff? Well it may be weird but it's fucking convenient at the moment, and you do not miss the opportunity to flex a little for the your unbearably cute audience.

You're just about wonder if Man-Mountain is on the same page as you, and then he drops his axe to the ground and begins to unfasten his breastplate. "I never...," he hesitantly begins as the shining armor thuds to the ground, "...I thought to meet a one such as you."

He's unfastened and dropped his ringmail shirt, revealing a broad olive chest that might as well be a brick wall of muscle and curly black hair.

He raises his hands to his horned helmet, his deep voice echoing inside as he carefully pulls it off. "It has been the rarest of honors."

The helmet clatters to the ground, revealing a thick, unruly mop of long inky black ringlets and a single huge baby-blue eye gazing somberly down at you from the center of a swarthily handsome face. "I shall never forget this moment, or you, the worthiest of foes."

The cyclops gives you a brief, almost painfully respectful bow of his head, and then sinks into a wrestler's stance with both huge hands raised before him. But fuck, you just have to say it before giving this a shot. Gotta give respect where it's due. "Oh, man. Your eye is amazing."

It's a little strange that he reacts to that by abruptly flushing red, but no matter. You've got a show to put on, right?