Morgana the bat in: Mismatch at the Winking Cyclops

 A little treat for https://twitter.com/DaShockSauce. I dropped a tweet looking for OC’s to write about (as I’m sometimes known to do on desperate days). They pitched their batgirl witch Morgana (can check some pics @ here https://twitter.com/DaShockSauce/status/1254061168970338304 ) and I kicked it around a while until I landed on an idea I liked.

Basically I realized I rarely right really one-sided fights or mixed fights, and they had a real interest in seeing Morgana sexually humiliated. Felt like a decent way to toy with the idea while tossing out a freebie. I’ll still prefer close matches for the back and forth, but it was fun to actually know how a match was going to end for once.

“Are you freakin’ kidding me?” Morgana complained. She slapped the flier back down to the table. The black batgirl was in a simple black robe, her dark fur poking out through the loose garment. It was technically a witch’s robe for easy movements in spellcasting, but it had proven so comfy she just wore it around the house. She didn’t bother wearing anything underneath, but she’d thrown on some underwear when someone came knocking at her door. 

She was a curvy creature on the short side, making her thick build stand out even more. A small patch of dark hair topped her head, standing out from her dark gray fur. Her lean arms had a foot or so of silky wings trailing behind them, not that she tended to fly very far with them. Pouty lips showed a few fangs barely peek out through them, and a small pink nose was turned upward in what some crueler sorts might call piggish. That never went over well with her mild pot belly and abundant hips.

“Hey, you’re the one always thirsty for money,” Karie the fairy reminded her. The tiny creature was smoking a stub of a cigar, her Barbie-sized leather jacket and tiny tattoos barely recognizable on her 6-inch tall body.

“So when the boss at The Winking Cyclops wanted some volunteers, I came to you.”

“Yea, but… wrestling? The sport of idiots?” Morgana looked warily back at the flier. An orc in a lucha mask was leaping off a turnbuckle while some kind of misshapen, limbless blob monster in a singlet lunged at him for an implied epic clash.

“You do know I’m a witch and not a fighter, right? I do potions, not bashin’s”

Karie waved dismissively. “Don’t worry. The boss says people wanted more amateur matches. You’d be up against another rookie. You get paid win or lose, and since you’re technically an adventurer I figured you’d have the upper hand.”

“What do you mean technically?” Morgana grumbled. The adventuring business was slow this season, and potion-making wasn’t cheap. Despite her frown, she snatched up the flier and shoved it back at the fairy. “So when should I show up?”

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“Oh, this has gotta be a joke. Did they give me the freakin’ kiddy size or something?”

Morgana scrunched up her nose as she checked herself in the mirror. She was in the changing room of The Winking Cyclops and dressed in the outfit they gave her. The tight-fitting spandex hugged her every curve, including her small gut and round ass. At least it was black, for what little good that did for her. It was her go-to color, of course, but it clearly wasn’t so slimming when it was made of skintight fabric. The thigh-high boots didn’t do her any favors either when said thighs were plump enough to hang over the firm leather.

“I like it,” Cheshire snickered. Her familiar manifested beside her, or at least as best he could. He was bound to her shadow, which one could only tell from the lighter spots that formed his eyes and wicked grin. “Really gives you that ‘heavyweight champ’ look. Emphasis on the heavy.”

“Shut up, you shady little shit!” Morgana griped. She stomped on her shadow, getting Cheshire to flinch like she’d stepped on his toe. and retreat inside it. There was a knock at the door before Karie poked her head inside the changing room. The fairy was wearing the apron required of all the servers at The Cyclops. Considering it only came in one side, it hung a good three feet past her legs as she flew around the bar.

“They’re ready for ya, Morg. You good?”

“I feel like a sausage after crammed into this thing,” Morgana complained. She tugged the unforgiving leotard at her hip, just for it to snap back and jiggle her ass. “But I'm as good as I’m gonna get. Lemme at this loser I gotta take on so I can show her what a real adventurer can do.”

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“Oh, you’re shitting me,” Morgana grumbled. She was standing in her corner of the pro style wrestling ring, even if its colors were a little faded and the mats a little stained. There was a big crowd around the roomy bar, full of rowdy monsters and beastmen that were pelting her with whistles and catcalls.

She had been annoyed when they introduced her as “Brawnhilda of the Big Booty Witches.” She was embarrassed when she had to squeeze her thick figure through the ropes, sticking her round and wedgied ass towards the crowd before tripping over the ropes and falling on her face and tits. Now she was just visibly intimidated as her pointy ears drooped. Her opponent came lumbering in from another back room of the bar, having to stoop to fit through the door frame.

“And her opponent! At 8 foot 6 and 500 pounds! From Bridgenburg, give it up for Gorg the Trollinator!”

The green giant with spotted skin and bulging muscles lumbered towards the ring, his brutish face and tusked mouth grinning confidently. The troll didn’t even touch the ropes as his brawny legs stepped over them. He had only worn a loincloth to the ring instead of a singlet, so the massive, swinging shaft was flashed in front of her before his leg came crashing back down into the ring. The only other thing he wore was a wrestling mask that covered the top half of his face (as if that were the identifying part of the massive troll). 

“Gorg the trollinator” vs “Brawnhilda of the Big Booty Witches.”

“Hey! Hey, Karie!” Morgana complained as she caught her fairy friend floating by serving drinks. The fairy looked up lazily from her comically oversized apron and serving tray with mugs bigger than she was. “How the hell is this a fair fight!? I’m as tall as this guy’s shoe size!”

“I didn’t say it was a fair fight,” the fairy shrugged. “It’s just amateur night. He’s never wrestled with us before, so you’re both rookies, right?”

“That’s not the same thing!!” she shrieked. “What do you expect me to do? Kick his ankle to death!?”

“Hey, no killing in the ring,” Karie reminded her casually. “Bring it up with the boss if you got a problem.”

Morgana started to object when she heard the ominous ringing of the bell. She went as pale as her black fur would let her as “Gorg” instantly grabbed her by the leg. Her shocked, blank expression remained until he swung her overhead and slammed her into the mats at the opposite side of the ring. His huge fist was able to grip her like a toy as his trollish brawn whipped her back and forth, bouncing her face and tits off the mats on either side of him in a comically easy beatdown.

“Oof! And Gorg wastes no time taking it to Brawnhilda!” a sneering purple gremlin announced at ringside. He sat on a desk with a microphone wand in hand as he called the match. “Looks like the fat bat’s not too fat to fly after all!”

Even among her constant grunting and groaning from the heavy impacts with the mats, Morgana was able to feel the stinging comments with her sharp ears. Gorg gave her a final, casual toss that sent her spinning head over heels above the ring. Morgana panicked and desperately flapped her arms, but her wings were too little too late. She landed in a helpless belly flop on the mats as the wind was knocked right out of her, leaving the batgirl in a heap seeing stars.

Gorg flexed and roared as he stood over Morgana, rattling her already spinning head. She shook off some of the cobwebs just as the troll grabbed her by the hair. The bat shrieked and pulled at his strong fingers as he held her completely off her feet.

“And Brawnhilda is at his mercy! Gorg is holding her up like some kind of slutty trophy!” the announcer gremlin went on.

“Oh come ON! Enough with the color commentary!” the bratty bat complained.

The audience just laughed at her humiliation, only to laugh and cheer harder when Gorg’s free hand swatted her across the ass. Morgana’s hips bucked forward as she squealed in shock, his broad palm big enough to spank her lower back as much as her jiggly booty.

“And now it looks like Gorg’s had enough of the bat’s big mouth! He’s ready to put this witchy heel through her trials and give her what she deserves.”

Morgana could just squeal and shriek as she was spanked silly, her already big butt feeling swollen and red. Her feet kicked frantically at the air, bouncing harmlessly off the troll’s muscular chest and stomach.

She finally got a stroke of good luck as Gorg’s grip loosened just enough for her to get some wiggle room. Her blind kicking went wild as her boot went beneath his loincloth, catching Gorg in his unavoidably massive junk. The troll gave a gravely grunt as he dropped her on the spot to grab his package instead.

“Wow! And what an underhanded move from the dirty witch bitch! Is this the turning point that’ll take down our mighty hero?!”

“When did I become the bad guy in all this?!” Morgana griped, turning towards the announcer instead of her opponent. The audience booed and the gremlin just stuck his tongue out at her in reply. The witch huffed as she adjusted the front of her outfit to keep her tits from popping out. The outfit was too tight to do so conveniently and quickly, and she didn’t want to risk losing her only advantage in the entire match.

“Screw it. I’ll just let the girls breathe for a while,” she cursed as she ran off into the ropes, trying the move like she’d seen on her late-night crystal ball shows.

Morgana might have underestimated just how elastic those ropes were and just how heavy she was, because they stretched back far enough that she nearly tipped over and out of the ring. The ropes snapped back and slingshotted her helplessly back at Gorg in a graceless splat as she smacked against his abs. She slid down his body with the troll looking entirely unphased, the slab of muscle angrily watching her slide down until she ended up straddling his shaft with just his loincloth between them.

“And she botches it! Gorg takes the hit like a champ as the wicked bitch goes down!”

“Want ‘em that bad, do ya?” the troll snarled as he turned his hips. His huge erection swung with them and sent Morgana tumbling off until she landed on her plump butt sitting in a corner.

“Ugh… somebody get the license plate on that troll?” the bat mumbled as her eyes rolled dizzily. She seemed to regain her senses at the worst time as Gorg lumbered over to her and grabbed her by her broad ears. He pushed aside his loincloth, to the rowdy cheers of the crowd and the widening of Morgana’s eyes.

“Wait! Wait a sec! Time out! I already had sausage for breakfast!” Morgana babbled frantically. It just kept her big mouth open as he rammed his huge green troll shoved past her fangs and into her mouth. The bat gagged as his firm but flexible rod stuffed its way down her throat until she was shocked at how much could fit inside her. His hefty balls slapped against her chin firmly enough to rattle her jaw as she slumped back into the corner, pinned there by his dick.

“And Gorg gets her in a devastating Slut Choker! He’s literally got her on the ropes as Brawnhilda’s too horny to resist that troll hammer! Talk about easy!”

Morgana was actually gagging and thrashing, unable to budge the towering brute to give herself the room to breathe. All she could do was pant through her nose, forced to drink in the musk of the troll’s balls. She beat her fists on his thighs and shoved at his legs. She’d have gone for his balls if they weren’t so close to her face that she’d have to hit herself to get at the smothering sack.

Morgana finally gasped for air as Gorg unsheathed his dick from her mouth. She coughed out a mess of spit and precum over her dark outfit, just to get dragged to her feet by the huge thug. He lifted her up by the scruff of her neck, planting a massive kiss on her lips as his arm-sized tongue forced its way into her mouth. Morgana’s toes curled with disgust as she wondered if his breath tasted any worse than his balls.

“And looks like Gorg is giving the cheating bitch one more kiss goodbye before he finishes her off! Witches get stitches, after all,” the gremlin commented cruelly.

Morgana was finally freed from the kiss, coughing and spitting out his saliva before she was shoved into the ropes. Her head stuck between the top and middle ones, but her boobs got caught on the middle and got her stuck there in a bent over position. Gorg’s massive paws easily rearranged the thick chords as he tied her arms up in the ropes, leaving her hanging in them and facing the crowd like a punchdrunk scarecrow.

“That’s it!” the aching Morgana blurted. “I quit! I give up! I lose! You can have the freakin’ belt or match or whatever the hell!” The audience just laughed and a few of the rowdier attendees snuck a few squeezes at her tits.

“Come on! How do I give up!? I knew I shoulda read those rules after all…”

Her eyes went wide as she heard a loud rip. Gorg grabbed her leotard and ripped it completely off her body, exposing her big ass and chubby breasts for the entire audience. Even her chunky thighs were parted enough in the awkward position to give them a good look at her pussy as the audience whistled and cheered for the lovely view.

“And Gorg strips the dirty witch like the slut she is! What a power play! He’s ready to put the loser in her place with his devastating Witch Breaker finisher! You wanna see it, folks?!”

The audience broke into even louder cheers as Morgana squirmed desperately in the ropes. “Oh I do not like the sounds of that,” the batgirl muttered before she felt Gorg’s hands grab her ass cheeks.

The audience got a great look of Morgana’s horrified face as he rammed his huge cock inside her. A couple feet of malleable troll dick was way more than she was used to, even when it came to an unfortunate tentacle trap, so her gawking expression and crossing eyes got some raunchy laughter from the crowd. The ropes kept her trapped as Gorg kept plowing into her, getting her thick ass to slap against his lap while the elastic kept forcing her to hump back against him. Her discomfort was obvious, even as her mouth dropped open and started to drool as the ridiculously huge dick had its way with her and crushed her clit up into her pelvis.

“GUH! Uh… st-stop!” she grunted in the precious split-seconds when she could think straight enough to think. “Gon… gonna… kill… you… freakin’… dick monster…”

Gorg completely ignored her witless threats and complaints as he flexed for the crowd, bouncing her on nothing but his cock as the much bigger monster rammed her over and over into the ropes. He landed a dominant slap across her jiggly ass, getting her to clench tightly around his invasive shaft. Morgana gasped loudly as the even tighter fit slid his slimy shaft across her clit and got her to squirt a hot, wet orgasm onto the ring apron. The audience laughed and cheered as her brief moment of sexual relief was interrupted by a dense, thick blast of troll cum that invaded her pussy with a churning squelch that could be heard across the tavern.

Morgana gave a pathetic gurgle before falling limp between the ropes, held up by nothing but her binding ropes and the rock-hard troll dong. Gorg pulled back out and the barely conscious Morgana’s hips bucked a few times on their own, instinctively humping the dick that wasn’t even there. The audience laughed and cheered like crazy as the gremlin announcer fired them up further.

“And she’s out! Our main man Gorg is the champion of the night! And any other lucky ladies, he looks like he’s still hard and ready for any other takers! Brawnhilda looks like she’s pretty out of it, so you might need to wait! Might have had a few before the match, or maybe she’s just that out of shape, so let’s give her a few backstage before you try to break the bat yourselves.”

A four-armed golem bouncer had to come by and untangle the naked and witless witch, tossing her cum-leaking body over his shoulder as she groaned mindlessly. The fucked silly witch woke up back in her changing room with a sack of coins left on her table. She grimaced as she remembered the events of her match and begrudgingly took the cash.

“Thanks a lot, Karie,” she grumbled sarcastically. “At least I’m covered for potions for a while. If all it took was getting plowed from behind, I mighta just…”

Morgana raised her eyebrows as she looked over the money. And that was just for losing the match. She double-checked the table to find a hastily scribbled note that had been underneath the gold on the back of one of the fliers.

“The crowd loved it! Your wicked witch angle is a real ‘love to hate you’ kind of thing the audience loves. Anytime you need the cash, we can make some arrangements at The Winking Cyclops.

Love, The Boss.”

Morgana scowled and crumbled up the note, tossing it over her shoulder. It missed the trash completely, not that she cared, but Cheshire reappeared in her shadow. He grinned as he picked up the note and floated back in front of her.

“Don’t forget,” he chimed. “Adventuring season’s not for another month.”

Morgana opened her mouth to argue, but frowned as she thought this over. Cheshire grinned wickedly, enjoying the show from his front-row seat. He served his mistress as his spell commanded, but he could certainly have his fun watching her make an ass of herself. The grumpy and naked bat held out her hand.

“This sucks goblin ass,” she grunted. “But at least it pays.”

“That’s the spirit,” her shadow chuckled as he daintily set it back in her hand. “Now let’s get you home.”

Morgana sighed and stepped out of her changing room before she whirled back around and slammed the door shut.

“How about you make yourself useful and get me some PANTS first!” she shouted at her familiar. Cheshire chuckled and slid along the floor towards where her clothes had been left behind.

“Worth a shot,” he mused.