Kash's Fight Pit: Hypnofight (patron reward) (Patreon)

More of the fantasy fight pit turned pro wrestling! I had the particular challenge of tying the usual fight night with bimbo hypnosis, so it was a trick to toe that line while keeping it enough of a fight for the rougher fans. And there's always more of Kash being a crooked goblin heel of a ref to fire up the crowd and manipulate the scene to remain entertaining.

I also enjoyed writing the opening interview. Just establishing that balance of sympathy to make sure that the pit's money goes to the right places as best they can while putting on a show.

The Bloody Barbarian continued to thrive as predicted. Gale and her fighters were making enough money to keep themselves living comfortably rather than squatting, begging and whoring. Even the fight club itself had been cleaned up and improved substantially from its illegally crude beginnings. They just kept bringing in the gold while guests and recruits kept finding their way to them.

Gale and Kash sat around the Barbarian’s backstage area. The goblin scribbled notes while checking in with her elven boss periodically.

“Right, but can you make it less of a splatter and more of a splash? Blood doesn’t really fountain so much as it just sorta falls…”

“Ok, but how real do we want it? Are we going for realistic or for cool here?” Kash added.

They were interrupted by a knock at the doorframe. They had spruced up the drinking hole, but they hadn’t gotten around to an actual door to their office yet. A human woman of average height but some lean, hard-working muscle to her was standing there waiting. She had long and messy black hair and pale skin, dressed in street clothes and workboots.

“Hey. Hana said you guys are doing work?” she asked uncertainly.

Gale gave her a sweeping once over. The fight pit wasn’t a charity, but she tried to help out anyone they could. Most active adventurers wouldn’t waste their energy in this kind of place unless they were on hard times themselves. She preferred to hire the unemployable and the desperate who could either look sexy in the ring or lift another bitch over their head. The new girl looked like she could do either in a pinch.

“Hey. Yea. Come on in. Feel like a doughnut?”

Gale slid the small box of treats over the table towards the brunette. The muscled woman’s eyes locked onto it, failing to be subtle when her stomach gurgled. The elf opened it with an inviting gesture to make it irresistible.

“Take two,” she added generously. “But what’s your name?”

The pale woman helped herself while she answered.

“Ketty,” she answered promptly so she could stuff half a doughnut into her mouth. She at least stifled an appreciative moan.

“Out of work, I take it?” Gale asked.

Ket looked down on her luck but not full on homeless like a few of their contenders had been. Frankly, her taking the doughnut was passing the first test as far as Gale was concerned.

“Myea,” Ketty said as she swallowed.

“I used to be on the night watch. Mostly walking around like a warning but busting the occasional thief. Which… sort of got me fired…”

Gale just nodded. She let her get another bite in and continue.

“There was somebody coming out of the bank with some bags. I figured I’d walk over and spook them off, but I didn’t think they’d have magic. I see this burst of pretty pink and all this…”

Ketty smacked her lips as some other strong sense memory mixed with her pastry. It reminded Gale of when Marya talked about her addiction to bimbo potions.

“Just a lot of warmth and safety… like falling in love real deep and fast. Then I come to and I’m helping her carry the loot while she’s being arrested. I got hot by a charm spell and got kicked off the watch for it.”

She frowned and took another bite, her eyes still reflecting on the night.

“And you miss it?” Gale pried.

Ketty frowned and nodded.

“I can imagine. That’s a pretty radical shift. Though that’s a little inspiring in a way.”

“It is? Cuz I don’t recommend it, as a job decision anyway…”

“Oh! I meant as a plotline in the script. You can fight, right?”

Ketty shrugged. “I’m decent, I suppose. At least enough to fake it,” she admitted.

“Even better! Kash, do you have a place in town that sells Eyecatchers?”

Kash wrinkled her pointy nose at the idea.

“Well sure. But they’re not much use. They’ll mind control somebody, but only if they want to be. It’s more of a kinky couples thing than a useful magic item… ohhhhhh.”

Ketty’s eyebrows raised and she started to genuinely smile for the first time since she’d entered the room.

——

“So you’ve come back for more, eh? A punch of groveling dogs and horny pigs, aren’t ya?!” Kash berated the crowd.

The audience ate it up, cheering to confirm her accusations.

“We’ll lucky you! I’ve got some dirty little pets that should be perfect for your tastes! Welcome back one of your favorite painwhores, Marya!”

The platonic ideal of a bimbo (though perhaps without the platonic part) strode out. Her skinny figure provided so little support for her huge ass and tits that they flopped heavily with every step. She wore a tiny thong to leave most of her ass and half her pussy hanging out, and a surprisingly modest leather jacket barely held shut by a single button. She waved and blew kisses to the crowd with her big pouty lips, brushing her hands through her big blonde mane. The big-titted bimbo was an unsurprising fan-favorite, whether they liked to see her smugly win or get her thick, cocky ass handed to her.

“And her opponent! The new blood to our bloodsort! The guardian of the streets here to take some vigilante justice to these skanks! It’s Kitty Cat Kettyyyyy!”

Ketty came out in some of their prop stage armor; a lightweight leather gloves and two piece that were stylized to look like a steel-armored bikini. She carried herself with the stiff dignity of the watchmen she’d once represented, playing herself up like a superheroine of sorts. She flexed and posed for the crowd, showing off her muscles and smaller chest just as proudly as her plastic-looking opponent. She even had a prop sword at her hip, which she held up without bothering to remove it as a salute to the crowd. Even without taking it out of the sheathe, she had barely reached the middle of the ring when Kash suddenly punched her in the pussy. It completely blindsided her, and even her tiny fist hit with enough force to shock and bring Ketty down to her knees.

“What’s the big idea!? You bringing weapons into my ring!” Kash demanded.

The goblin ref/dominatrix emphasized her fickle nature by reaching into her corset and taking out her miniature cattle prod, giving Ketty a few scolding shocks. Marya just smiled as she watched the show, looking out to the audience to grope or jiggle something for their amusement. The brunette bowed her head and waited for Kash to finish flaunting her authority before she stepped away. Even with the sudden punishment, Ketty dusted herself off and rolled her shoulders readily.

“And now that ol’ Shocky’s been warmed up, go do your jobs, you lazy whores!”

The bell rang out and Marya rushed straight for Ketty.

“This’ll teach you to keep the boss happy!” she gloated as she grabbed at the brunette’s wrists.

Ketty grimaced and planted her booted feet. Marya pushed at her and grunted, but however she tried, it was clear that the warrior woman was stronger. She bravely stood her ground and even when Marya shifted her grip and held one of Ketty’s hands in both of hers, she couldn’t get her to budge. Ketty flashed a smirk at the audience as they cheered for her in return. The brunette grabbed Marya’s hands and with one hard push, her muscles bulged and sent the bimbo stumbling back into the barrier.

Ketty followed up and threw a huge, pulled punch that smacked across Marya’s face. The street bimbo’s head whipped away with it, but not as hard as when Ketty smacked both of her palms down on top of Marya’s rack. She didn’t have to fake anything on that attack; the bimbo had asked for her to go all out on her big, enhanced tits that bounced like they were dying to escape her top. Ketty gave her a broad backhand to the boobs that sent Marya spinning fully around. Her hefty jugs rested over the fence as she looked dumbstruck at the audience, gawking and drooling as Ketty got behind her. She grabbed and pulled up on the thong, wedgying it up her thick ass to vanish even more than it already had. The audience shouted in shock and delight as the stronger woman powered through her earlier disadvantage.

“Looks like somebody’s jealous!” Kash cackled. “Cuz Ket’s taking it out on our favorite fucktoy nice an early!”

Ketty grabbed Marya by the hair, lifting and slamming her boobs into the top of the fence. She howled and moaned, noises of mixed pain and pleasure escaping her as her tits contorted against the wood. Kash grabbed and tugged on Ketty’s bikini bottom after a few direct tit hits, urging her to back off.

“Come on now. At least let me watch the show already,” the meddling goblin insisted.

Ketty learned her lesson quickly and backed off, allowing Marya a moment to breathe. She huffed for air and rubbed her aching chest, glaring over her shoulder at her opponent. She made a show of unbuttoning her top, enough to let the audience see she was up to something before she turned back to the fight, hands still holding her vest shut.

Ketty was a few paces away when Kash signaled them to continue. The fallen guard started to move in again when Marya flashed open her top. The audience spiked in approving cheers, just to mutter at the surprising revelation. She was wearing pasties beneath her vest and stuck over her nipples with tassels hanging off each one. A gleaming, silver token like a coin with a hole in it dangled off of each one, twirling and waving around in the air. Ketty stumbled in her approach and as Marya expertly flopped her boobs around in a spiraling motion, the audience could easily see her falling under the spell of the bimbo’s smuggled and hypnotic Eyecatchers. Her weak will gave right into them, and even a few of the fans fell oddly silent as they let their muted urges to be controlled by the cheating blonde take them over.

“What the hell?! Bimbo hypnosis bullshit?!” Kash overreacted to explain to the bigger idiots in the audience.

She frowned thoughtfully, then shrugged.

“Well, I let Ket off the hook for the sword thing so I guess I’ll let this one slide.”

The audience shouted, cheered or booed on the unfair call as any urge to fight left Ketty. She stood there, her confident posture turned into a listless slouch as she gawked and drooled at Marya’s hypnotic rack. Even when she stopped shaking her goods, the spell was locked in tight as the bimbo strut back up to her confidently.

“That’s better. Feeling good now, slut?” Marya purred mockingly, tracing her bright and long fingernails under her chin.

“Uhhhh huh,” Ketty droned, nodding brainlessly. “Yes, mistresssss…”

“Now THAT’s the kind of opponent I like~!” Marya giggled obnoxiously.

She flexed one of her skinny arms mockingly, flaunting the for the crowd before turning towards Ketty again.

“Now give my big strong muscles a kiss. Let everyone know I’m the champ of this pit!” she gloated.

Ketty shuffled clumsily forward, holding Marya’s arms gently and kissing over her biceps. Her stuck open mouth kissed and drooled over her arm.

“So strong… so perfect. I love my mistress Marya,” the strong heroine informed the crowd.

Many booed the foul use of magic, but Marya kept up the show. She cupped Ketty’s chin, smushing up her cheeks while leaning close to her face.

“That’s right. You believe in bimbo supremacy. Don’t you, you little she-cuck?” Marya mocked.

“Bimbosh are the beshhhht,” Kelly slurred through her distorted face.

Marya sneered proudly at her before spitting into her face. Ketty didn’t even blink, lest it took her lovestruck eyes off her mistress. She let it run down her nose and into her mouth.

“Prove it! Hit yourself, you little cunt. You’re not even worthy of touching me let alone fighting me!”

“I’m startin’ to like this bitch!” Kash laughed. She hopped onto the fence and folded her arms, giving some fans a good look at her plump shortstack booty while showing she was going to do nothing to stop this.

The staring Ketty raised a listless arm and then slapped herself across the face. Her drool and moans burst out of her mouth before repeating the gesture, smacking herself around for her hypnotic mistress’ amusement.

“Good! Now touch yourself to me, loser. I want you to cum for me. You don’t deserve to touch me, but I bet your dumb gooner pea brain could cum to these beauties.”

Marya bit her lip as she put her hands behind her head, swinging her breasts around like hefty, overly stiff pendulums. Ketty’s head swayed side to side, watching them as closely as her bobbing neck could go. Her powerless will motivated her to start groping herself, squeezing her breast under her top while pulling down her bottoms to openly finger herself. She only moaned and sounded even more aroused as she was commanded to enjoy her humiliation.

“Look at this loser!” Marya laughed to the crowd.

She slapped Ketty across the face, getting no reaction beyond a listless moan of appreciation.

“Thank you for touching me, my bimbo queen!” Ketty howled in confused pleasure.

“See? She’s begging for it!” Marya laughed as Ketty kept pumping her sopping wet pusy.

“Well I’ll show some mercy. When I snap my fingers, you’ll cum like the good, weak, stupid loser cunt you are.”

“W-wait… yes, mommy,” Ketty rambled in a flicker of resistance that instantly faded.

“Five. Four. Th-”

Marya cut herself off and snapped anyway. Ketty’s eyes went wide as she gasped, cumming and squirting over the sand immediately. Her legs turned to rubber as she crumbled to her knees, gawking and gasping.

“Again. Bigger this time,” Marya demanded, snapping her fingers again.

“Wha-! Ple-! OHHH~!”

Ketty just shuddered and her eyes rolled back in her head as she arched her back, squirting again into her puddle of cum. The audience reacted intensely as Marya just laughed at the display of pulsing and tensing muscle. She was still recovering from the first when Marya raised her fingers yet again.

“Once more. Biggest orgasm of your life. Show me how much you love your mistress with your entire body riiiight now.”

Marya snapped once more and Ketty broke into an ear-piercing scream. Her back arched so much that she nearly folded in half going over backward until her back cracked. Her pussy gushed more cum than she knew she had in her, and she grabbed at her breasts so desperately that she left claw marks on her skin. Her lust and obedience for Marya outweighed her concern for her own body as she came until her pussy hurt and her clit felt like it was on fire. The stacked arousal caught up to her all at once as she gagged and collapsed on the spot, gasping for air to wheeze out some final words.

“Love… bimbo… queen…” Ketty gurgled before she frothed at the mouth and blacked out from exhaustion and pleasure.

“Well well well! I’ve never seen something so onesided be so damn entertaining!” Kash laughed as she hopped off her perch.

She pulled on Marya’s hair, forcing her to bend over enough to grab and raise the bimbo’s arm. The bell rang to announce the end of the strangely magical match, the big blonde gladly blowing kisses to the fans as they rained down cheers, boos and some thrown trash in her direction. She accepted it all with a smug, pouty lipped smile.

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Ketty gasped as she woke up backstage. It wasn’t like she was genuinely hurt, but a dose of healing potion sped up her recovery. She winced and stretched out her muscles as Kash patted her on the back.

“Hey, newbie. You alright?” the goblin asked, changed back into a normal blouse and skirt.

Ketty just laughed, rubbing and shaking her head.

“Are you kidding?! I got ordered to see a goddess up close and cum harder than I have in my life! And I got PAID for this? This was the best night I’ve had in ages!”

Kash sighed and smiled in relief.

“Speaking of, is that Marya girl single?” the former guard asked.

Kash winced at the question. “Single is a strong word for her…”

“So she’s dating?”

“Uhhhh… let’s just say she’s ‘busy’ and leave it at that.”