You keep you guard tight, your expression stoic and firm as Juri lashes out with a wild, vicious series of attacks. Seemingly amused by your seeming lack of retaliation, Juri slouches forwards and mockingly beckons at you with her finger. Coolly observing, from behind your guard, it's obvious that Juri is attempting to bait you into a strike that she can counter.
Instead, you pivot behind her, suddenly seizing her around the rib-cage with a crushing squeeze. Juri groans out in surprise and pain as you tighten your grip. Your archrival is so close to you now, impossibly close. You can feel her body heat and smell her scent, but sharing this kind of intimacy with a woman you despise so thoroughly only drives your rage. You lift Juri, bending backwards as you suplex her into the frozen ground. Juri gives a groan of pain.
As she stands, you feint a sweep kick, then suddenly leap over her and give her a flying kick to the back of the head. Juri stumbles, finally robbed of her advantage in this fight, and you unload on her with every ounce of rage you've built for her over these years. You slam a flying knee into her chin, punch her in the stomach and launch a backflip kick to the jaw that sends her into the air.
"Cannon Spike!"
With Juri battered and helpless at your combo, you, leap backwards onto the side of a building, preparing to launch your final blow. You launch yourself feet first at Juri, streaking through the air like a living arrow, and crash into Juri at full force, knocking the wind from her lungs. You rebound from the ground and the sides of the trains to strike her again and again. As you launch yourself towards her one last time, smirking at your victory, you twist into a spin, draw up your legs, and pull your leotard to the side, baring your spincter.
"Ass-elleration!" you cry in triumph.
Your bare ass crashes into Juri's face, the rotary energy driving her entire head into your colon like a screw. You land on your feet, Juri on her knees beneath you with her head lodged in your ass. Juri gives a muffled cry and slaps weakly at your asscheeks in protest, but you simply clench your spincter around her neck, choking her. Juri's legs kick as she struggles to avoid blacking out from the stench and the pressure.
You smile grows into a toothy grin as your cheeks
begin to glow red with arousal. "You know Juri... it if it were anyone but you, I'd want to get this over quickly. Feeding someone to my arse... it's perverse. Demented. The fighters I've taken as meals before now, I took because I had to. But you're different. You deserve this."
You bend your knees, biting your lip as you sink lower onto Juri, lodging her shoulders inside your ass. Your guts gurgle and you hear Juri make an anxious sound before her voice is deafened by a massive, wet fart. Your asscheeks jiggle at the force as you cover Juri's entire body in a yellow-green fog of eggy gas. It's so thick it actually tints the color of her skin and clothes. Juri howls with disgust and thrashes around, desperate to escape the vile hold of your colon and make you pay, but you keep her locked snugly between your cheeks. Today belongs to your vengeance, not hers.
You slowly draw Juri deeper and deeper into your bowels as you bring your ass down over her body, devouring her inch by inch as she stews and squirms in your fecal stench. After a minute or two, your ass touches the ground, and the Juri's wriggling pink toes slide up your ass and out of sight. You sit contentedly, your ass crammed full of your squirming nemesis, your abdomen bulging with your prize. As the minutes tick by, Juri's squirms cease as her body begins to merge with the shit in your bowels. A body that was once both beautiful and terrifying grows softer and softer, her pale skin dirtied to a brown hue. After a half hour or so, you give your intestines an experimental poke, but you can't find a single trace of solid Juri left. The pressure at your back door confirms your suspicions: it's time to let Juri out.
You pull your leotard to the side, squat, and gradually pushed out a steaming log of shit nearly six feet in length and a solid foot in diameter. Juri, your once frightful rival, is nothing but a turd. A stinking piece of soft muck that will never menace you or anyone else every again. The power you claimed from digesting her rushes through you, not only Juri's power but the power of each of her prey. Even this does not compare to the power you're about to receive.
"Cammy White," says the Host, in an echoing voice. "You have won the Tournament, and reign as Champion. Claim your prize. Existence is yours to reshape."
There can be no doubt that some of the noble fighters you've digested over the course of this Tournament deserved to be reborn... but what will the world you craft be like?
