Dungeons and Dalliances

7.42 – Voyeurs

Brooklyn and Catarina probably knew each other. As Acacia had told her and Vanetta, the Coliseum tended to create matches where there was tension between the two parties, rather than pull random individuals.

Which explained the looks on the two girls' faces. During the fight, they'd been able to keep distracted. Now that the time to fulfill their stake had arrived, they met each other's eyes and slowly turned red.

What was the stake, anyway? Natalie and Vanetta had joined halfway through, and stakes were chosen before the fight started.

Her question was answered shortly. Up above, on the screen that had been magically reflecting the fight, the image of the two girls disappeared and white text on a black background took their place.

Introduction To a New Weapon

The loser will be granted a temporary appendage between their legs. The victor must bring it to climax with three different methods, chosen by the victor.

Natalie all but gaped at the words.

She'd known stakes varied, but—that was an option?

She wasn't given much time to gawk in disbelief, because the words disappeared and the screen returned to the two women in the arena—who Natalie could see unaided, but the screen certainly gave a more premier view.

The defeated party, Brooklyn, began to shiver, her hands shooting down between her legs. When they pulled away a few seconds later, the girl was left standing there, naked, with the promised weapon freshly sprouted between her thighs.

Natalie tried not to stare. Then again, staring was the point. She wouldn't get enchanted Tokens if she didn't. With the woman's figure blown up on the screen, bigger than life, there wasn't much avoiding it anyway.

"Huh," Vanetta said faintly. "Is that how you got yours?"

The words were obviously a joke. Spoken more out of disbelieving amusement than a real question.

"… something like that."

So. Apparently the City of Eros could grant a girl a cock, just like Natalie had experienced when she'd first gotten her class. Presumably there was a male equivalent? Maybe there were stakes that flipped a person's biology entirely. Temporary or otherwise. It seemed there were lots of options on the table, in this crazy place.

And that made sense, the more Natalie thought about it. Lust had given her a cock. Why couldn't the City do the same to others?

The atmosphere in the viewing room shifted. Before, there had been plenty of conversations, both loud and quiet, as the various groups watched the fight take place. Now that the more intimate encounter had arrived, everyone quieted down. From their place off to the side, Natalie stole a glance toward the others—to see reddening cheeks and lots of shifting around.

Natalie wondered whether the existence of this type of stake was why she hadn't received many comments on her strange lower armor. Most people already knew girls with cocks were a possibility in the City of Eros.

Were there longer-term transformations? Stakes that lasted beyond the 'payout'? For hours or days afterward? After leaving the City, even, and returning to the surface? That would be … interesting.

Down in the arena, the two participants had closed the distance. Brooklyn and Catarina exchanged a brief conversation, their faces red. They were glancing over in their direction every couple of seconds, keenly aware of their spectators. At least the distance made Natalie feel slightly less like a voyeur. The giant screen giving everyone a perfect view counter-acted that feeling though. She reminded herself everyone here had chosen to be.

Natalie couldn't hear what the two girls were saying to each other, and she was grateful for that. It would've been too intimate if their conversations had been on display, too.

Whatever they said, they came to a decision. Catarina spared one more look toward the viewing area, then took a deep breath and focused on her partner.

And grabbed her cock.

Dropping down onto her knees, she started running her grip up and down. The screen zoomed into the action, framing it as indulgently as possible. It was operated by the City itself—by Lust herself, perhaps, or whatever fragment of her had spawned this place.

"Oh, wow," Vanetta murmured. "She's actually doing it."

"Would've been a bit too late to back down," Natalie said. That time to bail would've been before accepting the Coliseum fight, or before they'd chosen their stake.

"Could they, if they wanted?" Vanetta asked, curious—eyes flicking between Natalie and the very lewd image on the illusion-magic powered screen, as if not sure whether she should look. "Back out, I mean?"

Natalie thought about it. "Probably?" she eventually decided on. "But with a punishment. Get put into the pillory for a day, or something?"

Thankfully, people guarded those to make sure the punishment had been intentional. It'd still mean a day of being locked up, however. A genuine punishment in its own right.

"Huh."

The two of them watched in silence as things heated up. Catarina seemed to be getting pretty into the task at hand. Her teammate—or opponent, or whoever they were to each other—had been granted a generously sized weapon. Not as big as Natalie's, not that she was, uh, comparing or anything. But big.

With a two-handed grip, the fully-clothed Catarina jerked the naked girl off. Brooklyn stood there, shaking in place, both hands resting on her chest above her breasts. While the illusory screen didn't project words, apparently it would amplify other noises. Brooklyn's gasps and moans filled the Coliseum as her friend's hands traveled her newly grown cock. She seemed to be falling apart at record speed. Natalie sympathized. Presumably this was her first—or one of her first—times dealing with the new set of nerve-endings. Natalie had been fast to come apart at the seams too, her first few sessions with it.

It didn't take long before Brooklyn's hips were jerking back and forth, meeting Catarina's thrusting hands. Then, with a keening noise that let everyone present know what was about to happen—she came. The defeated Coliseum duelist spilled long, sticky strings out into the open air. Catarina took her time milking out her friend.

Which meant one of three, finished.

And each one had to be different? What a stake. How many hearts had it been rated as? Five? Four? Being performed in the Coliseum must mean it was going to provide a ton of enchanted tokens, too.

"Of course this is where I find you," a familiar voice said. "I'm not surprised in the slightest."

Natalie jerked, then spun to face the newcomer.

Elida stood there, along with their other two teammates. A look of immense amusement was on her face, green eyes flicking to the show and back to Natalie's face.

"E-Elida?"

"The one and only. My, my," Elida mused, glancing at the large viewing screen—which showcased a girl coming down from her high, cock still jumping a few times as it settled from her first orgasm. "That's an impressive weapon she has. You might have a challenger, Natalie."