Strip Snowballs

Yuki breaks her chipper act again, now that the camera is not paying attention. "Alright, the next shot will be an overhead shot of you before the match starts. Go and choose a stack of snowballs to start at, that is unless you want to throw the match. That might be fun." She says this sentence with a look of sadistic glee. "But I might just tack on some additional punishments for poor sportsmanship."

The mysterious woman walks out to the field, before coming to stand in the center of the field over a pile of snowballs. The others look cautiously. There are three rows and five columns of snowballs. Slowly, each walks onto the frozen pitch, eyeing carefully where the others go.

(Hereafter, rows will be denoted as letters, while columns will be denoted as numbers. The "stands" are along the top row, while Yuki is standing to the left of the first column.)

While most mill about, three people move as one. Yua walks past the imposing leather figure, walking past her B3 to B4. Emma moves to A4, while Maricela moves to C4. While none of the other contestants can say with certainty that they've teamed up, there is an aura that intimidates them. Callie sheepishly looks down, before coming to A1. She smiles at Ben, who sits right next to her off the field. Monica, also spooked, finds her own corner at C1.

Ashley, who was still standing on the sideline, cursed. That left Ashley with few good options. She could go to B1, join a line with Monica and Callie. She could be in the no man's land of the 2nd column. She could join leather bitch at A3 or C3. Or she could go to the fifth column, and hope that she could try to not get noticed and destroyed by Yua and her gang. She sighs. That last thought sealed it for her. She might be walking into an ambush waiting for her between Callie and Monica, but B1 is the least bad option of a series of terrible options.

Yuki shouts with her public face back on. "Alright, everyone looks to be in position. Alright, pick up a snowball. Steady yourselves. And begin!"

The first target didn't have a chance. Whether intentional or not, every single factor from her introduction pushed every girl there to the same conclusion. The new girl had to go. The only thing that stopped her from being eliminated immediately was that her snowball crashed into Yua's.

So as Emma's snowball hit her, her leather jacket disappeared, revealing a leather bodice underneath, her brown skin dipping into a generous set of cleavage for all of a few seconds. Maricela's took her boots and socks. Despite the length of the field, the next three landed on their mark, stripping her quickly. Her leather bodice left revealing a strapless black bra, her pants disappeared to reveal a black thong, and then her bra, barely seen, turned to mist as well.

Taking heavy fire, she ran toward A3, hoping to cause a few of her opponents to miss. But she never made it, as Emma's second snowball found it's mark, As her panties disappeared, the woman clad only in a biker helmet teleported. She found her legs tied to the side of the sybian, her arms tied to points in front of her, almost making her look like she was riding a motorcycle. But as the machine kicks on between her legs, the dildo between her legs vibrating, it is a far different ride she must endure. She moans through the helmet, her cries also otherwise muffled within the black enclosure.

As Emma takes the final shot, Maricela and Yua charge forward, moving to C3 and B3 respectively, a snowball in hand. They couldn't be sure if the mysterious woman would survive the sneak attack, she was supposed to be a fierce competitor. But as they charged, they saw Emma's strike land true, and they moved to the third column. Meanwhile their opponents didn't wait. They turned on each other.

Ashley felt the strike against her back, as she turned to hit Callie with the second snowball in her stack. As the white jacket that she had grabbed from her closet disappeared, she turned to look back at Monica, only to be shocked as a snowball hit her square in her breast. This motion caused her to trip as her shoes disappeared out from under her. She was fucked.

Except she wasn't. A snowball landed against Callie's arm as Ashley watched her raise another ball like an executioner's axe aimed at her. She dropped the ball, which crumbled to powder as her black jacket disappeared, revealing a punk band t-shirt underneath. Yua had thrown the ball. And while a ball swiftly hit Ashley's back, causing her shirt to disappear revealing her straining bra, the sound of snow hitting ground behind her indicates that Maricela is now aiming at Monica.

Callie tries to throw at Yua, only to miss. At the range of two columns, Callie could hardly believe she made the first shot against the leathered antagonist at the start. She wasn't used to sports, always being bad at them in school. But as Yua throws with an aimed precision, Callie wonders if she plays softball, as the shot glances against her side as she tries to dodge it. The snow didn't deform in flight, the snowballs must also be durable to an extent, shouldn't be surprising given that they are magical stripping snowballs.

As her snow boots vaporize, she catches her feet, before beginning to move. Given her disadvantage, Callie decides to run for the second column, running toward A2, hoping that Yua's skill with the snowball would not be quite so egregious from close range, that she could give as good as she got. But she quickly realizes her mistake, as another snow ball hits her as she gets to the mound removing her shirt, only to reveal her sexy black lingerie. Emma has moved up and now it is two on one. As Yua's snowball hits her, removing her pants, she leans down to pick up a snowball, but she knows she is defeated.

Meanwhile, Ashley watches a pitiful display of athleticism. Monica and Maricela are throwing snowballs at each other, but both miss from the distance of two columns. Another throw from each, and while Maricela's finds its mark, it only hits Monica's calf, looking like a lucky shot as Monica's jacket fades. A luck not shared by Monica, as her shot goes wide again.

Ashley notices their faces, determined, but not liking the way it is going. Both pick up another snowball, only to miss. And finally one of them tires of the stalemate. Maricela moves to C2, and Monica has an open shot. Or she would, if she didn't feel a snowball hit her midriff as Ashley throws a ball from the ground, removing her shoes. Monica turns, throwing it at the prone girl, her ball flying above Ashley's head, only for it to hit her legs, the cold feeling all the more jarring as her pants disappear.

The **** is short lived, as Maricela throws another ball, only to miss despite her close range. Monica's next finds her, removing her jacket, while in an attempt to even the score Ashley's next ball lands on Maricela, removing her shoes. It now stands at Ashley wearing only her bra and panties while on the ground, Monica wearing her shirt, pants, and underwear, and Maricela also having been brought down to shirt pants, and underwear.

The massacre on the other side of the field is well underway. Callie grabs a snowball only for Emma to slightly miss. Callie, hoping to escape this situation, runs down toward B2, hoping to evade their shots, but Yua doesn't hesitate as she slams another snowball into her midriff. Her bra gone, Callie has no hope but to hope they miss. She dives for the snowball, her history of aversion to sports making the move less a graceful slide into first base, and more a flopping soon halted skid. Still as Emma, throws above her, her gambit pays off.

She grabs a snowball, moving to throw to Yua from her prone position. The shot connects. Yua's jacket is gone. Yua picks up another snowball with no great fear in her eyes, as she throws it, landing it against the breast of her opponent, stripping her of her panties, eliminating her from the challenge. Callie opens her eyes, knowing from the pain between her legs where she is. She looks down to see the wooden horse between her legs, her legs bound to the sides, her arms bound behind her, thrusting her breasts forward. Her hands test the bondage, only to release a tiny moan as she feels just how exposed this leaves her. It hurt too bad, it almost feels like she is held from above by invisible suspension, with enough lift to mostly keep her full weight off of her pussy. She starts to grow wet, her wetness visible as her slight motion pushes the rail into her.

Things aren't going well for Maricela. Despite the close range, she finds herself still even with Monica. And while Ashley provided a few shots, just as many were aimed at her. So even though, Monica was now down to her panties and bra, both a pure white color, Maricela found herself similarly attired, her cute shirt with a playful cat gone, revealing her nude colored underwear. Ashley for her part, lost her bra at some point, a tit for tat action from Monica.

So it is with a smile that she sees Emma in the periphery of her vision, moving toward A2. Took her long enough. Maricela dodges a ball from Ashley, putting a priority on defense. She turns to Monica, only to see her staring at the center of the field. As her bra dematerializes, her stomach coated in snow, she stares at Yua, who hit her from an incredible distance, still standing at B3, the center of the field. She turns toward her, only to decide different, turning back to Maricela and throwing, removing her bra and revealing her large beautiful breasts. Ashley lifts another snowball, only for the still prone girl to get hit by a snowball from Emma. As her panties disappear, Ashley finds herself on display in the pillory. As her hands struggle to escape, she feels how open this leaves her. Granted, after last night, it is not too bad, all things considered.

The next elimination came quickly, as Monica felt another snowball slam into her thigh, as Yua stands there like a god among mortals, her range unparalleled. Monica's panties disappear, and she sighs as she prepares herself. She finds her new surroundings comfortable at least, or at least more comfortable than the others. The spanking bench has her tied in doggy style and the leather is cold, rubbing against her breasts. But all things considered, she looks at the three still on the field, and she feels she did a good job.

It could hardly be called a betrayal as Maricela hit Yua across the stomach, removing her shoes. This was the nature of their alliance after all. Fight together until they are the last three, then it's every woman for themselves. What was surprising was that Yua didn't move to hit her back, instead she grabbed a snowball and began moving down toward C3. The reason why became obvious, as Yua's ball hit Maricela in the stomach, as Yua continued running. Maricela wasn't the threat. She was a speedbump that was gone as quickly as the alliance stopped mattering. So, her mature body exposed, she soon finds herself locked in the metal cage like some animal. She hides her body as best as she can, watching her two teammates duke it out.

Yua had a disadvantage. Emma still had all of her clothing, while Yua had lost two pieces already. But she smiled. If everything went to plan, it was over. She had encouraged Maricela to go to the 3rd row (C), and to make a formation, Emma had gone to the 1st (A). Now, if she could just keep her range...

Emma threw the next ball before Yua reached the pile, but it didn't land close to her. She threw again, only to find it fell behind her out of her hand as she threw it. She looked at her hand, only to find that it was empty. Then Yua reached her pile, standing up, throwing, hitting her square in the chest. Her thick jacket gone, leaving her in her blouse and pants with shoes, her mind struggles to figure out what is happening. She reaches down, only to realize there are no more snowballs. She stands, only to feel another ball hit her. Her shoes gone, she steps forward, only to slip.

"Ouchies." As her body hit the ground, that word rose unbidden to her lips. It was then that she realized her grievous tactical error. Though in her mind it was now her big old oopsie. She had felt the stirring of that transformation when they had all been together when the match was explained, but she hadn't talked. Still, she had felt that stupid cute personality invading her mind, making her think about how cute Callie's jacket was. But as she moved, as everyone spread out on the field, she was back to herself. Now, suddenly, that was no longer the case.

Everyone had been spread out, until they weren't. Ben was far away, until she rushed toward A2, to help eliminate the last couple of strays over here. Eliminated them. And put them directly behind her, bunched up in a nice little row. Her transformation was based on number and distance. And she'd put them all right behind her, save for Yua, the greatest threat.

She struggled to stand, only for another snowball to hit her in the face. She falls again. She begins to crawl forward, hoping to escape the terrible effect like gravity. Bringing her mind down, making her into a klutz, making her fail. Crawling forward, it only exposes her ass to all of her colleagues. And soon, they'd see her bare pussy.

But as her bra disappears, Emma looks up to see Yua's stance change. She picks up a ball and throws it wide left. How could she miss, Emma'd known her long enough to know that she had pitched softball in college on a scholarship. But she saw she had hit what she wanted to hit. Or rather, would've hit.

The snowball slides down the forcefield, as Yuki stands at the sidelines. Yua had attempted to humiliate her with the strip snowballs. But to prevent people from running from the field or doing just what Yua had attempted to do, the clear forcefield was in place. Yuki looks straight at Yua, and smiles, a smile that reveals teeth just a little too straight. "Ah, well that's a penalty. I think I'll even the playing field." She snaps her fingers, and Yua finds herself stripped down to her panties.

Yua curses at her own anger, but as she lifts up the snowball, she knows that it doesn't matter. As she looks at Emma, crawling before her, it almost feels merciful, as she throws the snowball and hits her arm, as she disappears and reappears on the St Andrew's cross. Tied as she was, she at least could appear dignified, even if her words would reveal the farce of her mind.

Yuki enters the field, as all of the remaining snowballs crumble to dust. "We have a winner! Now, take your position, and we can proceed to give you your reward, and the others their punishment." Yua looks at her, her fist clenching. But she was already sure it'd do no good.

"I don't see a chair. Maybe you miscounted?" Yua says this, only for Yuki to touch her back, urging her forward. Her hands are as icy as the ground Yua steps on, she can feel it. "No, no, did you already forget, there is your throne, Ms. winner. Sit on your goshujin-sama's lap, you've earned it."

Yua looks at Ben as she stands in front of him. She sighs, before she turns around, sitting on his knee. "Hmm, that's not quite right, let me help you." Yuki pushes Yua back onto Ben's lap fully, and Yua can feel Ben's erection press against her ass. He clearly enjoyed the show. And as she sits there, she feels it stir. It clearly loves her ass pressed against it. And as she thinks of that white cock, she feels her pussy start to grow wet. Her white master's cock was getting hard for her. And despite not liking it in her mind, her body enjoys teasing her white master's cock.