Fight

The referee of this match is Lyla, one of the founding members of Raider's Girls. She's a feisty redhead and competitive athlete for the Lion House Powerball team. Her standard referee uniform is a black and white striped sports bra and a tiny black thong that really shows off the powerful glutes of a star athlete.

"Contenders, Ready!" Lyla blows her whistle.

Tom put her hand in a box of bras you provided fresh from the flat bosoms of the WAR girls just this morning, while Stacy picks up a handful of ice cubes and begins squeezing them in her hand.

"Fight!" Shouts Lyla and the crowd cheers in approval.

Stacy is quick off the mark, almost instantly, the ice in her hand becomes a glow of pure magical power and she unleashes a hurricane strength wind in Tom's direction.

Tom barely has time to throw up a magical shield and just manages to plant her feet as the wind batters the barrier she set up for herself. Still holding a bracing stance, Tom flicks her head up, causing the stones under Stacy's feet to jolt upwards, throwing her off balance and disbanding the wind spell.

With Stacy off balance, Tom wastes no time in running full pelt to close the distance. Without slowing down, Tom lunges straight at Stacy, going right for the hem of her T-shirt.

Stacy, however, has years of experience against Raider himself, and manages to duck under Tom's outstretched arm and grab her T-shirt instead. In an instant, Tom gets pulled back and toppled to the ground, with Stacy holding her T-shirt in place. The crowd lets out a roar of approval as Stacy waves her opponents T-shirt around like a trophy and throws it into the crowd.

Tom sheepishly picks herself up and retreats to her corner while trying to cover her tits, her little A-cups, though, are mostly hidden by her undershirt, so she needn't bother really.

"Good first try, Tom." You encourage, "But remember, get control of the girl, then get her naked, otherwise you're just asking for trouble."

Tom nods affirmatively, but doesn't look sure.

The fight resumes.

Tom charges in again and impressively ducks and weaves around all the spells Stacy can through her way... well... almost all of them. Tom finds herself thrown backwards again and landing on her back with her legs wide open, with only the thin bit of cloth protecting her girlish secrets from the eager eyes of the academy.

"Raider, what happens if it turns out Tom isn't the gifted protégé you hoped she'd be?" Daisy asks innocently.

"She needs some practice but she's got what it takes, I'm certain of it." You reassure Daisy, "but who cares if not, she'll be a cute naked wall decoration in the boys common room if she loses."

Tom is taking a bit of a beating out there. She's kept her bra and panties on so far, but she's clearly exhausted, doing everything she can just to avoid Stacy's spells. Finally, she gets in close. Tom lunges at Stacy and grabs her firmly by the panties, looking triumphant she yanks her arms down. Her grin vanishes.

They're stuck. Tom pulls with all her might, but Stacy's panties and shots won't budge. Tom just manages to stumble back away before Stacy can go for the bra. Stacy moves onto the offensive again and raises her hand to cast a final devastating spell.

Perhaps Tom was ****, perhaps Tom was a genius tactician, or, more likely, Tom wasn't thinking at all, but just before Stacy could fire the final spell, Tom dived towards her opponent, arms outstretched and grabbing onto the first thing they could find. The first thing, of course, being Stacy's boobies. Stacy yelped and staggered back in surprise. Not wasting the advantage, Tom reached under Stacy's T-shirt to hold the bra strap directly with one hand, with the other hand, Tom grabbed the hem of the T-shirt and pulled up.

Stacy gasped and blushed as she found her bright pink bra exposed to the audience, not that she had time to think about it, because Tom hadn't let go. Using the bra like a leash, Tom pulled Stacy around and controlled her movements until clumsily and unceremoniously, the tattered shreds of Stacy's shorts and panties were thrown to the approving cheers of the crowd.

"No! You can't! I worked so hard to train, I'm better than you, I deserve to be better!" Stacy screams in protest, still trying to wriggle out of Tom's group.

"Relax, it's almost over... the fight that is, your humiliation is just beginning." Tom said coolly, and ripped the bra off Stacy's chest, letting her full and perky titties breathe the cool air of the duelling hall and soak in the adoration of the crowd.

The bra in question vanishes in a gold mist in Tom's hand. You recognise the tell-tale signs of a fetish mage absorbing a little more power than they're used to. And Suddenly Stacy's hands are held behind her back in a pair of handcuffs, and her protests are muffled by an uncomfortably large ball-gag.

The crowd is delighted by the outcome and are chanting adoringly in your apprentice's favour. "Go Bra Buster! Go Bra Buster!"

"Very good, you two" You get the attention of both victor and vanquished. "But I believe you just won," you point at Tom, "so you have a little forfeit to pay up," you point at Stacy with a grin.