The Tournament.

Result of the first March Poll.

Kate Bishop stumbles home after a difficult week of balancing crime-fighting and teenaged life, only to find herself transported to a strange place, facing a foe from another universe...

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Life as a teenager was strange.

Life as a superhero was strange.

Life as a teenaged superhero was strange.

Life as a teenaged superhero with no superpowers other than a high pain tolerance and a mentor fuelled primarily by coffee, whilst all your friends could either punch into different dimensions, stretch like a rubber band, or were just certifiably insane… well, strange didn’t do it justice.

Or maybe he did, having a guy literally called Strange on speed dial did not make Kate Bishop’s life any less confusing.

And she had to share the same codename with her mentor!

She was just an ordinary Olympic-level athlete with uncannily accurate aim who had wanted to make a difference in the world, she hadn’t expected that to make things so complicated.

And yet, as she staggered back into her flat and fell face-first onto her couch, she couldn’t help but reflect on the week she’d just had.

Monday: College, interrupted by the Wrecking Crew, she’d gone to bed with a black eye and more bruises than she cared to count.

Tuesday: College, uninterrupted, but she’d come back home to find her faithful dog Lucky had been kidnapped by a dragon, a teleporting bulldog, a psychic falcon and a frog in a cape to go and fight an alligator with a horned helmet.

Wednesday: No classes, but Gwenpool. Just… Gwenpool.

Thursday: No classes, but she’d been drafted to stop a Kree invasion of earth, which had required a team-up with her ex… (ugh.)

Friday: College, which had been followed by her mother the vampire making yet another attempt to reconnect with her, despite the fact that she was A: an undead bloodsucker who had B: Faked her death. C: Abandoned her family. And D: spent the past ten years working for various criminal organisations.

Saturday: No classes, but she had taken an emergency trip to the Shrimp Dimension after America accidentally dropkicked a Prius into it during a battle with Ultimo.

Sunday: Today, she’d trained with Clint, politely listened to Kamala’s latest fanfiction, stopped Gwen from being perforated by the Maggia, and stopped a half-dozen muggings/carjackings/assaults on the streets of LA.

She was exhausted, bruised, and officially out of patience with an insane universe that insisted on making life difficult for her. She was going to take a hot bath, grab something to eat, and sleep until everything went to back to normal again.

It was at that point the couch beneath her liquified and she tumbled into an endless black vortex.

Her landing knocked the wind out of her, and she lay for a few moments on her face, reflecting on how she really should have expected to be abducted. It was the only spot on her superhero bingo card that hadn’t been checked, after all.

She struggled to her feet and peered around the dark chamber she’d landed in, nocking an arrow just to be safe. She couldn’t see much, but it seemed she’d landed in a large circular amphitheatre-like chamber, probably underground somewhere. The ground under her feet was a smooth black stone, arranged in hexagonal pillars everywhere, some jutting from the ground, but most forming a mostly-even surface. There was a strange smell too, something sweet, something nice, and something vaguely familiar. Like a perfume she’d smelled at a party once before, long ago.

Suddenly fire erupted all around the edges of the chamber, illuminating it in warm, flickering light of both bright blue, and rich purple.

Kate raised her bow, eyes instantly locking onto another young woman standing a few dozen metres away. She was maybe five or six years older than Kate was, with a short bob of white hair and a sleeveless white and pale blue suit. Clearly another metahuman, but not someone Kate pegged as obviously villainous, at least not yet.

“Ladies and gentlemen, fiends and friends alike, welcome!” a booming female voice crashed through the amphitheatre, and in an instant a roaring crowd appeared around the borders of the chamber’s high ceiling. “For your entertainment tonight, Azlara Fleshfinder has procured two delectable gladiators for your amusement! None other than two mighty mortal heroes from the greater multiverses of man!”

“Oh brother.” Kate groaned. This was not her first time being forced to duel another hero in gladiatorial combat, but whatever the voice was talking about was beyond her. She did not mess with multiverse stuff, that was America’s deal and Kate stayed far, far away from it. As for the demonic horde currently cheering and crowing at her from the stands… well, she supposed it had only been a matter of time before she got dragged into some hellish shenanigans.

In a flash of hellfire, a tall, red-skinned woman popped into being right between Kate and her adversary. She was beautiful and dressed to kill, her lithe form snug in a black velvet gown with a plunging neckline. A string of glossy pearls hung around her neck and from her pointed ears. She beamed cheerfully at both young women and clapped her hands.

“Darlings, welcome welcome welcome!” She purred. “Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Azlara, I am your referee for the evening.”

“Referee?” the white-haired woman scoffed, her voice carrying a thick Norwegian accent. “More like kidnapper! What do you want from us, devil? To fight?”

“Naturally dear.” Azlara nodded. “But don’t fret, you needn’t kill. Just put on a good show for my patrons and I’ll pop you right back home.”

“No killing huh?” Kate scowled suspiciously, arrow still trained on the demon’s smiling red face. “And we’re supposed to trust you’ll just let us go.”

“Darling I’m a fiend of my word!” Azlara gasped, flicking her wrist and conjuring a contract out of thin air. “See? ‘The patron guarantees wellbeing of all participants who comply with the rules of the event.’ I am the patron, and your only rule is to fight with all your might until one of you is defeated. Oh, but don’t try and be clever and forfeit without a battle, you are here to entertain first and foremost. Now, that’s quite enough preamble, you’re both smart young ladies and I’m certain you won’t disappoint. Now, do have fun, and put on a good show now!”

Azlara vanished and the blue and purple flames circling the arena began to grow brighter, spinning faster and faster, tangling together like they were fighting one another too.

Kate shot a wary look at the white-haired girl and shrugged. “Listen, I’m happy to play along if you are? Not that trusting a demon is necessarily a good idea.”

“I do not wish to see the alternative.” The white-haired girl sighed, “I will try not to harm you too badly, my friend.”

“Likewise.” Kate sighed, before a deafening bell rang and she leapt backwards. Her first arrow flew but was swatted aside in a flurry of snow as the white-haired girl charged.

“And we begin!” Azlara sang with delight. “Kate Bishop, the tenacious Lady Hawkeye begins with a startling shot but Tora Olafsdotter, the magnificent Ice, counters her with ease!”

“It’s just Hawkeye!” Kate yelled, ducking behind a pillar as another micro-blizzard came crashing down towards her. She swore as snow poured over the top of the stone slab and showered down onto her, nocking another arrow before spinning and letting it fly.

Ice dodged it, but not as easily as the second. It seemed using her powers was a considerable strain, she was already sweating as she poured a bolt of freezing air out of her palm with the force of a hurricane.

She might have had power, but Kate had speed, and more than a few tricks up her sleeve.

As Ice fired another blast of cold her way, Kate sprinted in a wide arc around her, reaching into her quiver and drawing a putty arrow. She narrowly avoided the freezing ray, sliding to a halt with frost clinging to her hair and steam rising off her skin, but managed to land her third arrow exactly where she’d wanted it.

Ice yelped as the arrow exploded at her feet, splattering her lower legs and the surrounding area with a thick orange goo that almost immediately hardened around her.

Kate couldn’t help but grin, already reaching for her next arrow to knock Tora down and put an end to the match, only for her confidence to shatter along with the putty as Ice kicked free of it. Just coming into contact with her body had been enough to freeze the gel into uselessness, and Kate barely had time to register what that might mean for her backup plans before Tora nailed her in the chest with another icy beam.

“Whuh!” Kata grunted, landing flat on her ass and skidding backwards. Her entire upper body felt like she’d just dunked her tits in a glacier, her suit crackled with frost, the strap that held her quiver snapped clean off as it was flash-frozen.

“Sorry!” Ice called, shooting a flurry of snow at her so thick and heavy it would have almost certainly buried her for good. Fortunately, Kate managed to roll away just in time, scrabbling at her scattered arrows and twisting to face Tora.

A flare-arrow hit Tora right in the forehead, knocking her off her feet with a stunned yelp before it burst into flames on the stony ground. It was a cheap shot, and it was gonna hurt like hell, but Kate couldn’t take another hit like the one Tora had just hit her with.

She staggered to her feet, breathing hard and trying to tell if Ice had been knocked out by her shot, or just knocked down.

The answer came with an ice blast so cold it burned, shot directly into her stomach.

Kate flipped through the air, smacked into the wall on the far side of the amphitheatre, and crumpled to the ground. She couldn’t even begin to sit up, just lying sprawled and stunned as the echoing bell rang out once again.

“What excellent foreplay!” Azlara cried out with delight. “So short and sweet, just like our lovely competitors! Our winner tonight is Tora Olafsdotter! Celebrate and rejoice for the marvellous, the magnificent… ICE!”

Kate groaned, her vision clearing to show her Tora limping towards her, face twisted by concern. A nasty red welt was on her forehead from Kate’s last arrow, and she was avoiding putting weight on her left foot, but other than that she look alright, at least, until the bell tolled again.

As Kate watched, Tora froze and gasped as if she’d been slapped, her eyes wide and her mouth open. She stumbled back a few steps, her foot suddenly healed as the bruise on her head vanished. She stared at her own hands, breath steaming the air as the temperature of the amphitheatre plummeted.

“Wh… what… is…?”

“To the victor go the spoils!” Azlara sang, and soon the entire crowd was chanting the same thing, as Tora howled in agony and began to change.

Her snowy white hair shot from her skull, cascading down her back like an avalanche. Her bright blue eyes turned completely white to match. Her teeth extended into vicious fangs whilst her fingers cracked and warped into merciless talons. Her entire body began to swell with muscle, her suit creaking under the pressure before shattering like glass off her newly amazonian physique.

Tora screamed again, but this time with rage, with lust, as two immense curling horns pierced her forehead from within, and a monstrous demonic cock sprouted from her crotch.

“Welcome, sister Tora.” Azlara purred, appearing at her side and kissing her lovingly. “I name you Tora Bloodfreezer… now, do enjoy your victory.”

Tora snarled approvingly, licking her lips with a new forked tongue, and set her sights on the helpless archer before her.

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“Aiiiiiiiieee!” Kate squealed as she was bounced in Tora’s lap, her head between her knees as the once-cute Norwegian superhero ploughed her in a full nelson hold. She was helpless, legs bobbing and arms flailing as Tora’s absolutely jacked arms kept her pinned.

The demon who had been Tora’s cock was thicker and longer than anything Kate had ever dreamed of putting inside herself, and now it was being rammed inside her without mercy or restraints, ruining her tight teenaged pussy for anyone but Tora, or maybe the hulk.

“S… stooooooop!” Kate begged, tears pouring from her eyes and drool splattering her chin as she was bounced mercilessly. “Puh… pleeeeeeease!”

“Yessss, scream!” Tora growled, “Scream little breeder! Scream for mommy!”

Kate felt like she was melting and freezing over and over again, her brain short-circuiting with pain and pleasure alike. She’d never felt anything like this before, being filled so completely, being stretched out so she could fit Tora. It was like her body was being re-made for it’s new demonic owner from the inside out.

Her eyes crossed and rolled, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, as Tora tightened her grip on Kate’s skull and rammed her hips upwards inside her. Kate’s vision was forced downwards, and as she saw her belly bulge massively from Tora’s monstrous cock, she came her brains out. A jet of quim arced from Kate’s pussy and shattered with a delicate tinkling sound on the stone floor, frozen solid in an instant.

“N… noooo… fuuuuck!” Kate gurgled, shaking as her orgasm tore through her, her nubile chest heaving and her toned stomach quaking as it was invaded over and over again.

She wasn’t a virgin, but this wasn’t an awkward first time or just fooling around with a boyfriend, this was breeding sex, this was her being used like a piece of meat to be fucked and knocked up like it was her only purpose in life.

“You cum before me?” Tora roared with laughter, “Weak fighter, weak fucker! Your mommy Tora will break your tight pussy in properly, have no fear. Soon you take my cock like professional slut!”

“Waaaaaaaaaah!” was all Kate could reply, sobbing for breath as her brain froze, melted, then did it all over again. Her tears froze on her cheeks, her drool solidified into icicles on her chin. Her nipples stood to attention thanks to the temperature as much as her helpless arousal, cold, hard, diamonds of flesh ready to be enjoyed.

“I breed you, Kate Bishop.” Tora snarled, biting her throat sharply. “I make you mine. My pet pussy. My cute little teenaged toy!”

No sooner as the words left her mouth, Kate let out a piercing scream of agony, arousal, ecstasy and despair, as freezing cold cum exploded into her virgin womb and bloated it with demonic seed. Kate came her brains out, her stomach swelling under the onslaught of satanic spunk even as jets of ice-cold cum escaped her stuffed cunt and splattered the floor.

She felt Tora’s fangs at her neck, her hands on her skull, her cock buried impossibly deep inside her body. She felt Tora’s mind assaulting her own, conquering her memories, warping her desires, until she couldn’t remember who she was or where she’d come from or what warmth or comfort or freedom even meant.

She felt something deeper. A corruption. A tainting. Her very soul being marked as demonic property, and she came yet again, passing out as she was transformed from Kate Bishop, well-meaning young hero into Kate Bishop, demonic broodsow and daughter of sin.

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Kate groaned and sat up from her couch, pressing a palm to her forehead.

Man did she have a headache. She couldn’t remember being hit in the head at any point in the evening, in fact she couldn’t remember anything that had happened that evening. She must have just come straight home after her patrol, watched porn and played with her naughty little pussy before passing out. That’s what she always did, and yet her head was really pounding.

She shrugged and stood up, giving her tits an affectionate squeeze before stretching and making her way to the kitchen. Her headache was nothing a bag of frozen peas couldn’t fix, after all, and then she could get back to fingering herself.

Kate Bishop grinned at the thought and reached into the freezer, blissfully unaware of the brand glowing on her very soul, and the demonic child growing in her womb.

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Hope you enjoyed. My plan going forwards is that any poll that results in a tie will have a story with both characters. I haven't decided if they'll all be in this tournament format, let me know what you think in the comments.