Note: Most of the Steem Wars chronicles can be read on their own, and this is no exception. But if you want to know why Princess KatLe’a is about to wrestle with an eight-foot tall smooth-talking Xirpaq, may I suggest you read A Whole Lotta A$$ on Whoopass 5.
Now, for the “fight” scene.
Princess KatLe’a avatar by 
Mission to Whoopass 5 (Part Two)
Princess KatLe’a stood tall. Determined.
Still, she felt naked without her weapons, and impossibly small in the cavern that housed the massive six-sided fighting ring. A giant disco ball threw glitter-like light around the room.
Her guards stood nearby, but this was a solo fight. She had to win whatever game they were playing—she wanted the prize she’d been promised in the poker room.
Xirpaqs trickled into the arena to watch, a current buzzing beneath their suave moves. The princess ignored their stares. She focused on the big guy dressed in black who stood opposite her in the ring.
When he started unbuttoning his shirt, the princess said, “Hey, I agreed to clothed combat.”
“Relax, sugar,” he purred. “Don’t want to wreck my threads. And it’s not combat, exactly. More a game of cat and mouse.”
The silk shirt went sailing through the air to rest on one of the ropes. With a sly grin and half-lidded eyes, the Xirpaq flexed his knees, showing off his obnoxiously stretchy pants.
The princess took a calming breath. She could do this. She’d won the dance-off of Hanumanaria and negotiated the end of the Five World War in the same night, after all. And she’d fought plenty of foes.
The Xirpaq with the blue shirt stood on the edge of the six-sided ring holding something long in his hand. He raised his eyebrows, lit a fuse, and tossed the firecracker high in the air.
BANG!
KatLe’a rushed through the sizzling air and met the half-naked, supersized man beneath the explosion.
Hot drops of something splattered her skin as she stepped to the right and ducked past the Xirpaq, then promptly slipped and fell on her side.
“What is this?” The princess wiped at the warm goo that covered the surface of the ring, and most of her body.
A low laugh came from the Xirpaq creeping toward her. Less composed laughter erupted in the audience. “Just a little hot oil,” he explained, “to make things fun.”
“Fun. Right.”
The princess jumped to her feet and managed to stay up. The Xirpaq lunged, swiping her belly. With a twist, she went down to her knees, slid away, and popped to her feet again.
They circled, the princess with her jaw clenched, the Xirpaq with a grin. Two steps, and he reached her. She dodged him, but he spanked her as she went.
“Ow!” KatLe’a wanted to rub her ass to make the sting fade, but kept her hands up. Ready.
He stepped forward, big left paw flying. She blocked, and his grab went wide. KatLe’a took the opportunity to jab him high on his ribs, beneath his arm, then ducked out before he could capture her.
“Ow!” The Xirpaq rubbed his armpit. His smile came back, however, as he trailed his hand over his chest, rubbing his nipple in a gesture that drew a chorus of “ooooohs” from the crowd.
Head down, he rushed the princess, who evaded him again. And again. And again.
Smack!
His hand hit her bottom as she slid out of his grasp. The crowd whooped and whistled.
The next time he came in, she grabbed his forearm, used his thigh as a springboard, and flew over his shoulder, twisting him around. They landed hard, the floor of the ring shaking from the impact.
With zero recovery time, he came at her on all fours, a low growl in his throat.
KatLe’a scrambled up and threw herself to one side, but the Xirpaq caught her mid air. Before she knew it she was squirming against his chest, pushing to get free. All she could do was writhe and knee his overly muscled torso, her feet caught by a hand that prevented her from kicking at his groin.
She pinched his nipple, hard, and he let her go with a guffaw. Panting, she retreated to a corner.
“How long does this last?” she asked.
“Till you win.”
“How do I win?”
“I’ll tell you once you’ve done so,” he said, and lunged again.
She dove through his legs and rolled to the opposite side of the ring, but received a spanking on the way through—his big hand swiping her in a move she would’ve liked had the wizard done it.
He got three more hits in the next handful of attempts, and the princess found herself fatiguing. She was covered in oil, bruised, and aroused, though she hated to admit it.
The Xirpaq prowled closer, pants bulging with obvious excitement. He faked one way, then leapt like a panther to pounce on the princess as she tried to evade him.
She landed on her back, breath rushing out. He pinned her, hovering. His thighs trapped her legs and his arms caged her body. She froze, about to reach for the throwing stars in her gauntlets, when he spoke.
“You win.” His voice rumbled through her body.
“How is this winning?”
He slid his pelvis against her legs. “I’m ready to go. You wanna finish this in private?”
“No, thank you.” The princess pushed against him, and he backed off.
“Your loss.” He got to his knees and offered her a hand. “Thanks for the foreplay.”
KatLe’a took his hand, standing on shaky legs. “You’re welcome, I guess?”
More laughter. The arena echoed with it. The Xirpaq looked over her shoulder, toward a woman in the crowd. The message couldn’t have been more obvious. The tall woman rose and walked around the ring, toward the closest exit. His eyes followed her. Then he barked an order at Blue Shirt, who reached for a black-velvet bag.
The Xirpaq took the bag and thrust it into the princess’s hands. “If you ever want to party, come back. I like you. You play rough.”
. . .
Back on the ship, the princess locked herself in her room and took care of a need that had been building since she’d left the wizard. A while later, hair still dripping from her shower, she opened the black velvet bag and decided her prize was worth wrestling with a Xirpaq in hot oil.
She’d won herself the keys to a retreat on the Sri sea, a pair of golden musical balls, a Xirpaq-sized bar of chocolate, and a diary that belonged to one of the Nimbus councilors. That should prove entertaining.
Maybe a certain wizard would meet her on the Sri coast for some surf and sex. She’d done her duty to the Time Lord and carried out Trickle’s task, after all. Time to forget about them for a while...
Original fiction by Katrina Ariel.
Steem Wars
This post is a part of Steem Wars, a sci-fi parody community project in The Writer’s Block organized by 
The Dronefly Crew:
as Lain Dakota
as Randel Tolp
- @Catherine813 as Miss Fixit
- And, of course,
as Princess KatLe’a
May the Steem be with you!
Author bio: Katrina Ariel is an old-soul rebel, musician, tree-hugging yogini, and mama bear to twins. Author of Yoga for Dragon Riders (non-fiction) and Wild Horse Heart (romance), she's another free-spirit swimming in the ocean of Steemit.
dragon art: Liiga Smilshkalne
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