A Fool's Duel

Among the parchments pinned to the board, one lone paper stood out from the rest. It called to Georgina with a siren song of the right words and it's character. Old, yellowed paper missing pieces along the edges with holes all around the margins from being pinned up so many times. The ink was somewhat faded, but still legible and written in an old manner of speech with letters of a bygone style of handwriting taught by houses of yore.

"A decree to thy people of kin and country," it read, "This is a declaration of the highest order, one not to be taken lightly by any gentleman of good name, lady of good faith, or mere babes crying from their cribs. I, Sir Giesslerg, have traveled far and near, bridge and quarry, river and mountain, forest and desert. All manner of foe has been either vanquished or slain at my blade. No measly whelp be I, for my skill is great and all should be wary of my wroth."

It went on for quite some time about the Knight's boastful deeds until it got to the point, "So, I hath come to thine humble village in seek of great warriors to with I shall do battle. As I have with others to test my skill, forge myself in the fire that is man and beast. Any who wish to find me must seek a place of roof, sustenance, and/or spirit where I shall await all challengers. To any singular being whom bests me, though improbable, shall be rewarded with my entire coin purse."

This intrigued the dearly poor princess who saw this as a chance to get back on her feet and maybe get some better gear. Or at least afford some damn clothes to cover her mammoth mammaries. Her opponent sounded extremely unreliable with his claims of unbelievable deeds that a fool hardy and weak nobleman's son would claim for admiration. The writing and manner of speech also led her to believe this knight was some old codger living in a fantasy land where one might find him lancing windmills. With her pride set infinitely high that her skill and blade at hand would easily dispatch this idiot and take their likely hefty purse, she headed for the pub.

There, in the dank and smokey room of this foul hovel, were local layabouts playing dice games to pass the time. A grimy and toothless bartender washed his yellow stained mugs with a disgusting rag painted brown and green with filth. Past the drunkards and their patron of watered down spirits, was the clear sight of a knight sitting all alone. He had armor that shined even in the dark, setting him apart from the rabble as a man of higher standing and wealth.

Ever the princess of hubris, she walked straight over to the lone man of metal while her barely covered ass drew all eyes on her with every wobble. She kicked a shabby chair with her foot and called for the attention of the knight who eased his head toward the woman. Gabs held her chest with her folded arms, pressing the pillowy flesh into a pleasant shape, "You post this?"

Georgina held out the flyer calling for challengers, "Aye," responded with a metallic ring of his helmet. "You hear to challenge me, shameful harlot?," he returned with a sinister chuckle.

Georgina just gritted her teeth before slamming her hand and the parchment to the wooden slab between them. Her anger carried her words to the knight's ego, "Listen, Sir Pansy Pants of Dungville. Slayer of imaginary beasts. I challenge you to a duel. Your coin purse, and better yet, your pride will be mine."

She hit the right spots as Giesslerg banged his fist on the table, "Village square," his head hung low with a darkness calling from within that metal shell. Our purple haired princess grinned with pride as she turned toward the door, peasants stumbling to avoid being caught looking at her ass. The paper she left on the table flew in a gust as Gabs opened the door, landing in front of the knight who snatched it swiftly.

Outside, Georgina made preparations for her fight with stretches and some swordplay before her opponent arrived. The door to the pub swing open and out flew the layabouts who scattered to the four winds to tell every villager of the duel taking place. After them came Sir Giesslerg who stomped the ground with heavy boot prints as his armor clanged with every foot forward. He took post several feet in front of Gabs with his talk polearm drawn and standing at his side.

Sir Giesslerg was over six feet in height, taller than most men Georgina had seen with only a few at the academy standing higher than him. Head to toe, he was clad in steel plate armor of the highest caliber that shined in the sunlight like a beacon. She didn't recognize the house crests that adorned the armor with golden inlays and decals that would have cost a fortune. Even though she was outmatched in quality gear, she felt her skills were sufficiently better than her opponent's.

"I, Sir Giesslerg of Oggstaf. Born to House Giesslerg and in service to the crown of Gravesgade by order of her most righteous order of knights. Slayer of man, beast, and demon," amid his speech, the villagers began to crowd the two and take bets. "...Do swear to uphold this great land's virtues and defeat this wench in combat. You, Dame Whorina of Sluttanberg, shall face the might of House Giesslerg," he finished with his weapon drawn and dramatically pointing at his opponent.

Gabs did not like the remarks of her sultry attire and the fact that the bookies were now referring to her by the name Giesslerg dubbed her. She too held her sword up to meet the tips of the two weapons and declare battle, "I'll make you eat those words." Their weapons fell and the two circled each other while the crowd cheered on to whomever they bet on. Amid the standoff, Giesslerg gave coin to a bookie and placed a bet on himself in a move of self confidence aimed to shake Georgina.

The princess did not falter and instead made the first move with silver blade colliding against a steel shaft. Giesslerg pushed up, jumped back, and followed up with a cleave that caught the ground. Gabs had dodged and moved around the heavy man for a blow to his back, but he saw her game and returned with a kick backwards. She blocked a direct blow to her torso with her sword, but still slid back and allowed the knight to ready himself.

This battle of near hits and equal plays would go on for minutes before anyone would change the game. Giesslerg had begun to tire in his impenetrable suit of armor, but his swings were still with **** to cleave trees in twain. Georgina was still light on her feet and ready to dodge his attacks only to attempted foolish stabs that led to a parry. She cursed under her breath, unable to figure out how to get this oaf to surrender as his pride egged him onward.

Then she had an idea as the heavy knight charged with a ramming spearhead atop his polearm. His momentum meant that the bastard couldn't stop and Gabs finally had an opening. She too charged at the titan only to swap her blade to her under arm as she slid beneath the metal bull that was Giesslerg. She caught herself clear of him then twisted to jump atop the mighty man as he tried to stop. He dug his heels into the earth, sending fear into the onlookers in his path as they ran for their lives. But as he tried to poke Georgina off with his weapon, she had him frozen with the tip of her blade at his neck.

Knowing that he'd been bested and that a foul move would lead to the purple haired maiden stabbing him in his collar bone, he gave up. His weapon clanged to the ground and his hands were held high above his head. This upset caused the crowd to collectively groan as the obvious candidate lost to the scantily clad underdog. Her position on Giesslerg's shoulders let some villagers get a glimpse of her violet crowned snatch while a few felt joy from their now overflowing purses.

Georgina hopped down and sheathed her blade as the giant stood before her with a heavy posture. The winded man managed to thank Gabs with sincerity, "Thank you, madam. You fought well," humbled by his defeat. "I never thought I could have been bested. And when I saw your armor, I thought you a fool," letting Georgina glow shyly with a red hue of embarrassment. "But I will learn from this experience starting today. I can now see the merit in your technique and I retract my statements!," the knight's tone changing toward passionate glee.

Gabs was more interested in the money promised and attempted to ask, "That's fine, but what about the mon-", but Giesslerg had trampled off toward the blacksmith's store. All many of the pissed off villagers had returned to their homes while winners and horny men had stayed to stare at her ass. She was **** to wait, sitting on a nearby barrel, and watch as her foe took his time behind that closed door. Until he emerged again and brought back a surprise for everyone still present.

What returned from the smithy was not the Sir Giesslerg that Georgina had come to imagine. Instead a tall woman exited the door frame as the door behind her shut swiftly. Gabs was able to tell that the knight was a woman by her attire. Arms and legs were now adorned with fancy and tight armor from hand/feet to shoulder/thigh and the ends of her greaves being high heels. A new helmet covered her face, tall feathers plumed out the back and toward the sky. But it seems that's where the armor ended and her inspiration from Georgina began.

No armor covered her torso from the collar down to her pelvic region and instead only straps of leather remained to hold other pieces together. Her belt now held a sword scabbard and had extra straps that curved around her buttocks, accentuating the plush posterior. Two more curved under her armpits to hold those gauntlets in place while leaving her breasts completely exposed but somewhat supported underneath. Speaking of which, her proportions were massive and drew the eyes away from any other aspect of her appearance.

It seems that the knight must have had special, magic armor that held her breasts down flat as it otherwise seemed impossible to contain those gargantuan milkers. They were maybe twice the size of Georgina's but they hardly sagged like natural breasts and only a proper feel would find out whether they were or not. The lady Knight's butt was also huge and just begged to be slapped by everyone she passed and be left with red hand prints that would be utterly dwarfed. Those massive tits came with huge, inverted nipples surrounded by her encompassing areolae that complemented her olive skin.

All jaws hung low as this Amazon thundered over to Gabs with her lady parts bouncing with every step. "So, do you approve?," she asked Gabs honestly.

Georgina was in awe as the woman towered over her with her breasts casting a huge shadow that blocked some of the sun's rays. "You- You are- Y- You're a woman!?," a question managed to stumble out of her slack maw.

"Yes, Sir Eione Giesslerg of House Giesslerg. My father wanted a son and has always treated me as such. It was hard for him to hid my figure as I take after my mother."

"And now you're going to go around like...that?"

"Why yes. You have taught me speed and agility is better than brute strength. Your form free armor allowed you to best me and that shall not happen again. So I went further and ditched my modesty as well as my chestplate. Surely I shall win in our next fight, some other time. For now, I must hone my skills in your fighting style. Until we meet again!" Eione marched off toward the villagers gawking at her nakedness and **** them to scramble in fear, believing she was going to crush them.

Georgina's eyes snapped back into reality, after being glued to Eione's ass, and she hopped off her barrel. "Wait!," she shouted, "What about my coin?!"

"Oh, right," the tall woman remembered, "Well, I lost half of mine in the bet. And then I spent nearly all of it buying this armor."

"But your armor from before was custom made! It must have sold for a fortune?"

"...I was in such a rush-

"No."

"-that I just gave it to the blacksmith. Sorry."

"No. Damn. Way..."

"Again, sorry. Here," Eione handed Gabs the remaining bag of silverz, "There should be 500 silv left. Goodbye." Georgina held the measly sum and watched as the airheaded, giant, overly busty woman walked away. She then rushed to the blacksmith to see what she could buy, eager to replace her set of almost nothing. But the door was firmly shut and no **** could ory it open; it seems that the owner was busy with his privates. Eione had stripped in front of him, displaying her inhuman proportions to the bewildered man, and now he had to beat his meat dry.

Gabs cursed under her breath and decided it would be best to wait out the shop by working on more quests. But the board was nearly empty as her new friend had snatched all the requests so selfishly. All that remained was a notice posted with official ink stamps that asked for help finding a scantily clad, purple haired "harlot" who had assaulted a soldier. This told Georgina it was best to leave the village and go to the next town where there might be more to do, less trouble, and maybe some clothes.