"I'll take the Labyrinth challenge!" you shout, planting your hands on your hips and flicking your tail to and fro. The crowd roars in approval -- winning this challenge won't just earn you oodles of cash, it will get you even more street cred.
"You heard it, folks!" the announcer yells, joy in his voice. "Athena will take the Labyrinth challenge! Human contestants, take your places on the platform!" The humans comply, stepping onto a large metal platform near the ring. "The humans will now enter the Labyrinth and prepare themselves for the coming battle!"
Your eyes dart from human to human. You lick your lips, growing hungry at the sight of their half-naked forms. You find yourself smiling, anticipating the fight to come. You've never fought a battle like this. You know there's no chance you'll lose, but you suddenly feel somewhat nervous -- a fight with weapons and special abilities? It sounds bizarre. No matter: you are an unstoppable force.
You hear the sound of metal gears, and soon the platform is lowering into the ground. Darkness swells from within the pit that has appeared in the floor; soon the humans are gone, descending into the dark. There is silence for a few long moments, and then the platform comes back up, devoid of its human load. You swallow. Why are you so nervous?
"Now, Athena," the announcer says, "before you enter the Labyrinth, there's something you need to know: As you have removed your armor, you must continue without it." Wait, what? "You're going to earn that prize money!" You swallow again. You haven't fought naked in a while. This might be more difficult than you thought. Oh, well -- you don't have much of a choice now. "However!" The announcer suddenly sounds again. "As your opponents are wearing clothing on their lower bodies, you will be supplied with some pants. Otherwise -- and much to the pleasure of our esteemed spectators -- you will go through this challenge topless!" You roll your eyes at that last sentence -- the announcer has always been sleazy, but he could at least try to hide it in a situation like this. You pretend not to notice his attempt at titillation and simply nod.
A ringside attendant throws a pair of roughspun trousers onto the stage. You slide them on -- they're comfortable enough, and somewhat form-fitting, emphasizing your lithe legs and shapely rear. You lace them up in the front, the strings hanging over your crotch. Otherwise, you're naked, your heavy breasts wobbling gently with each movement. Pillowy and swollen with milk, they look even bigger now that they've been freed from your armored top.
"Now that you're... uhh, dressed," the announcer chimes in, "it's time to enter the Labyrinth! Good luck, Athena! You're going to need it!" You take your place on the platform and soon, you're descending into the darkness. Above you are the sounds of the arena: "Will Athena make it, ladies and gentlemen? Will she survive the Labyrinth and take home the prize? Watch, and find out!"
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