Sparring and Stripping

"Urgh!"

MJ grunted as Komand'r pinned her against the wall; they were both breathing hard, having sparred for a bit longer than usual. MJ gripped the staff she was holding and pushed back against Komand'r, gaining some leverage and managing to free herself from the wall.

Komand'r immediately recovered and brought her staff down at her opponent, but MJ sidestepped the attack, swinging her own weapon at Komand'r and catching her by surprise, knocking the staff out of her hand.

"Yes! Looks like I win another round," MJ laughed breathlessly. "Sorry, Komand'r, but those pants are gonna have to go."

"Heh, so it would seem," Komand'r chuckled as she reached down to unzip her pants, sliding them off her hips and down her long legs before stepping out of them and kicking them aside. MJ looked over the alien princess appreciatively; Komand'r's underwear hugged her sexy butt tightly, and she now stood only in a top and her panties. Komand'r smiled smugly to herself as she felt MJ's gaze; she sensed that her visitor really, really liked what she saw. "Are you ready for another round?" Komand'r inquired coolly.

"Hell yeah! I'm feeling great," MJ eagerly said. This was the best workout she'd had in a while -- beyond feeling like she was in top form, the added stakes made things all the more exciting. MJ wanted to ride this adrenaline rush for as long as possible... and if she was being completely honest with herself, she was enjoying the view.

The pair crossed staffs again, and began to spar. They traded blows back and forth, neither one able to get the upper hand, until finally, MJ once again knocked the staff out of Komand'r's hands. As they took a few moments to catch their breath, Komand'r lifted her top over her head, leaving her in her bra and panties; she eyed MJ lustfully as the redhead stared back at her appreciatively. "Not bad... for someone so inexperienced," she smirked confidently, sizing up her opponent.

"Oh? I don't know if you noticed, but I'm the one still wearing all her clothes," MJ replied with a chuckle as she picked up her staff and assumed a fighting stance. She knew, realistically, that Komand'r's training far outstripped her own; still, even if Komand'r was holding back -- and she most certainly was -- the Tamaranean Princess still made sure to present MJ with a challenge, which MJ appreciated. "On to the next round -- if you think you can still keep up, that is."

Komand'r chuckled and replied smoothly, "Your enthusiasm is commendable, but I'd advise against overconfidence..."

"Yeah, yeah. Who's the one in her underwear?" MJ smirked. She was clearly enjoying herself, and Komand'r was extremely amused when she saw that excitement in MJ's eyes.

MJ won the next round decisively, and Komand'r undid her bra, leaving her clad in just her panties. She grinned deviously -- things were going exactly as planned so far. MJ took a moment to look at her opponent appreciatively; something about these Tamaranean Princesses excited her in ways she never could have imagined before meeting Koriand'r and Komand'r.

"Very impressive," Komand'r nodded approvingly. "You are a quick learner. But now the real challenge begins."

"Now you've got me curious," MJ said teasingly. "I've been wondering how much you'd been holding back..."

"Prepare to find out," Komand'r shot back.

The two crossed staffs, and they sparred again. This time, Komand'r won quickly and decisively, leaving MJ stunned. "Whoa... I was not expecting you to go from 0-100 like that," MJ gasped in surprise. "Guess I'd better take something off..."

MJ stepped out of her boots, and readied herself again. "You wish to keep going, I see," Komand'r noted. "You know, you could yield right now -- if you're too afraid to continue..."

"Yeah... I don't give up that easily," MJ responded defiantly. "You might kick my ass, but if you wanna win this thing, you're gonna have to earn it."

"Ha! Such determination... I like it," Komand'r grinned confidently. "All right, then... let's not waste any more time."

"Agreed," MJ replied firmly. Komand'r lunged at her, and easily knocked her staff aside, winning another round. And then another. And then another... MJ soon found herself stripped down to her panties, just like Komand'r; the alien princess had barely even broken a sweat.

"This is your last chance," Komand'r offered. "It is not too late to admit defeat."

"Yeah, no. We're gonna finish this," MJ insisted. "Bring it, Komand'r!"

Komand'r smirked mischievously at MJ's comment. She loved the offworlder's fiery attitude, and wondered if that same passion would carry over to the bedroom. "Very well -- the victor shall be decided by the next round," Komand'r remarked before charging forward, catching MJ off guard; MJ immediately went on the defensive, barely managing to fend off the Tamaranean Princess's relentless ****. She continued to hold her own for several minutes -- far longer than either woman had anticipated -- and then, it happened; MJ saw a tiny window of opportunity, a split second when Komand'r let her guard down. She swung her staff with all the strength she could muster, and connected with the princess's weapon, knocking it out of her hands.

"YES!" MJ cheered, triumphantly raising her staff in the air. "LET'S GOOOO! LET'S FUCKING GO!"

Komand'r stood there in stunned silence for a moment as MJ celebrated. Her ego was slightly bruised by the loss, and she muttered something in Tamaranean under her breath. She'd ignored her own advice and gotten cocky. Still, she'd gotten what she wanted -- a nearly naked Mary Jane Watson was standing in front of her, smiling brightly. With that in mind, she smiled and began to clap. "Very impressive, Mary Jane. You saw an opportunity and you took it... well done."

"Damn right I did! So, you ready to get naked?" MJ teased with a smug grin.

"Those were the terms we agreed upon," Komand'r shrugged before reaching down and sliding off her panties, tossing them aside. "So... what do you think? Do you like what you see?"

MJ looked the nude alien princess up and down and had to admit it to herself -- she was very turned on by what she was seeing. "You look amazing, Komand'r."

"I thought as much," Komand'r grinned confidently. "I quite like what I see myself."

"I've noticed you Tamaraneans are far more... uninhibited when it comes to not wearing clothes," MJ commented. "I think that attitude's rubbing off on me."

"Then I take it you would not mind removing what little remains of your clothing?" Komand'r asked playfully. "Or... perhaps I could remove them for you...?"