[Mari]

(( Greetings! Welcome to another Tough Love Open Challenge! You get to choose your opponent from the below list of characters. You may choose one, two or even three for a massive 3v3 if you're so inclined! Any other rule changes to spice things up may be requested, such as a special match or something. ))

Gathered in the stadium today was a group of girls standing about and chattering! ...Had they gotten lost on their way to the stands? None of them looked the part of a competitor, and frankly their reputations didn't do them much better. Though Peach was a fierce heroine, she was known more for charity work and taking care of people's needs within the sphere, as well as her ongoing efforts to re-secure her kingdom. Ciel was better known for owning the public library and working to cure the starvia. And Valorie, well...

Who?

Never-the-less, the three girls were on the stadium floor, and as per the weirdly predatory stadium rules, that meant they were free to challenge. Word to the wise, though, the risk that comes with challenging a bunch of harmless looking girly girls is that if they beat you up, it's going to sting in places that don't exist.

Choose Your Opponent(s)!

Princess Peach The Leader	Valorie The Dork Understudy	Ciel The Nerd

[Therider]

A pitter patter of paws was heard as the tiny pupper entered the Arena. Isabelle was... Well, she kind of only came because she heard that there was a really nice lady who she should meet here. But Isabelle didn't know they'd be meeting in an arena and battling until they were knocked out! Isabelle would have turned around and left if not for the nagging feeling she would be missing a perfect opportunity to go and meet this special lady. So the puppy was here, tail wagging nervously, body shaking like a New Leaf. Isabelle pat herself on the back, the bells in her headband jangling unsteadily.

"U-uh, hello! I w-was told to meet P-Pr-Princess Peach here? My... M-my name's Isabelle! I, um, work for New Leaf Village, and people said you were a r-rr-really sweet lady." Isabelle waved nervously. "I... I guess I'm gonna fight you now, right?" Isabelle straightened up, and placed her paws at her side. A shaky smile formed on her face, and she pointed at Peach. "I... I want you to take me seriously! D-d-don't hold back!... _{Ok, maybe hold back a little...}  N-no! I want to prove to everyone that I can help! So treat me like everyone else, and I'll do my best!"

So it looks like a 1v1: Princess Peach vs. the determined Isabelle! How will this all go down...?

Isabelle HP:150/150 Shield: 50/50 Status: Nervous....

[Mari]

--...Peach looked ever so conflicted about the challenger who approached her. After taking a moment to listen to Isabelle speak, the 6'2'' titan of a woman stepped forward and bent over to gently pet Isabelle. "...Mmm... My kingdom for an opponent who is less adorable." Peach softly and affectionately remarked before standing back up. "I am Princess Peach Toadstool of the Mushroom Kingdom, and leader of the Magical Girl's Society, yes. And this is my companion, Perry!" Peach greeted, tilting her parasol so that Isabelle could get a better look at the face atop the canopy. "Howdy~!" Perry greeted. He sounded like a young boy. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Isabelle. I do not know who told you to meet me here in the stadium, but if you would like to prove yourself as a great heroine I can certainly put on a show for you~!" Peach went on to offer in a soft tone. "...Though, normally great heroes and heroines are supposed to rescue a princess like me, not fight them." she went on to add with a disappointed shake of her head before playfully pausing to wink at Isabelle. She then proceeded to take out and put on a rather shiny belt. That was ... the Sunshine Stadium Champion's Belt! It didn't fit her, not really, but her wide hips did keep it from falling down quite readily. "I cannot vouch for my ability to substitute for the villains who might normally prey upon girls like us, but I will do my best to be a formidable challenger! On the bright side, I can assure you'll be well taken care of after our battle." the princess went on to muse aloud, smiling brightly at Isabelle. She then stepped back. "Do ready yourself, Isabelle! I would hate to catch you unaware." Peach warned.

And then, Peach struck a delightfully cute pose. Her dress shimmered and became fuller and frillier as if by magic.

((Peach's Frills of Justice Activated; Her Charisma modifier is increased by +4 and her other stat mods are increased by +2 for 3 turns!))

She then began by tossing a bunch of pretty pink fireballs at Isabelle, which bounced along the ground like bouncy balls!

gyrKK906p_1d20+7 (Peach's Fireballs; Does 8% Damage)
p_1d20+7 (Peach's Fireballs; Does 8% Damage)
p_1d20+7 (Peach's Fireballs; Does 8% Damage)

Peach then ran to close the distance between the two of them, chasing her fireballs to meet Isabelle in the middle of the stadium! ...However, she had to stop, for terrible tinging had begun to act up in her nose. Peach covered her face, recoiling once and then twice before turning about and sneezing daintily!! "A--cha..!"

...The force of her sneeze inexplicably propelled her backward with great force, launching her backside first at Isabelle! A hit from that posterior would cause a large explosion of pretty pink hearts to erupt on contact, with predictably powerful results if one knew Peach well.

p_1d20+5 (Peach's Peach Bomber; Does 35% Damage)

"--Oh~! Excuse me." Peach politely apologized, turning about and grinning rather goofily. Her lite embarassment was probably nothing compared to the humiliation those who fought her oftne felt when on the receiving end of such attacks. Frankly, her fireballs were probably the least silly attack she had at her disposal.

p_1d20+11 (Peach's Appeal; The Sunshine Stadium Champ never fails to excite)

Princess Peach 165/165 HP 50/50 Shield Frills Of Justice (2 Turns)

1d20+7·1d20+7·1d20+7·1d20+5·1d20+11

[Therider]

The little puppy's tail wagged as Peach pet her and spoke such kind words. When the Princess mentioned that heroes and heroines are supposed to rescue princesses, Isabelle quickly paled and began to wave her paws. "N-no no no! I'm-I'm no gr-g-great hero or heroine or anything. I'm j-just a secretary. Nothing like you, Princess!" When Peach warned Isabelle to ready herself, the secretary nodded, and began to do stretches. Her little paws reached her toes, and then way into the sky as she walked around herself. Turning back just in time to notice the fireballs right in her face.

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(Isabelle... failed all of them. 24% damage.)

Isabelle was pelted by fireballs, shaking her head violently as she was knocked back. Landing, the puppy picked herself off, and dusted off the ashes and soot from the fiery projectiles. They were an adorable pretty pink, and Isabelle was actually impressed. "Wow! That was really pretty, Miss Peach! Are all of your attacks like t-"

That's when Peach launched herself at Isabelle. With a sneeze, mind you.

p_1d20-1 (Isabelle's failed dodge! She takes 35% damage.)

Peach slammed into Isabelle, the puppy's eyes wide open with shot and awe. Isabelle flew across the arena, hitting the ground roughly and rolling back further. Owwwwwwww. That one actually hurt. A lot. Isabelle got up, dusting herself off again, before cupping her paws around her mouth.

"Bless you, Miss Peach!", Isabelle shouted across the arena. Even in a fight, it was rude to forget your manners! Now, it was time for Isabelle to return the favor Peach brought to her! Quickly, she fumbled around, before producing a fishing rod. Holding the rod behind her head, Isabelle flung the rod forward as hard as she could, releasing the hook and holding on tight as the reel began to spin, and the rod flew towards Peach. Should it catch her, Isabelle would simply pull as hard as she could to trip up the Princess. Hopefully she wouldn't hit the ground too hard.

p_1d20-1 (Isabelle's Fishing Rod! Deals 9%, and if it connects, Peach takes a -1 to all dodge rolls for two turns.)

Putting away the fishing rod for a moment, Isabelle dashed forward, producing a clay pot from her pocket. Isabelle held the pot forward, and suddenly tripped! The pot flew out of Isabelle's hands and launched towards the Princess. Oh no! Isabelle stood up, ready to apologize if the pot connected.

p_1d20-1 (Isabelle's Oops attack! If it connects, Peach takes 21 damage.)

Isabelle quickly walked over. "Oh, Miss Princess, you're OK!" Peach was going to be alright! This was cause for celebration, right? Isabelle produced a party popper, and next to Peach's ear, popped the popper! It exploded violently forward and backwards, causing Isabelle to almost immediately begin rolling backwards due to the force of the pop! She stopped and looked up, slightly dazed.

p_1d20-2 (Isabelle Confetti Surprise! Deals 22%, but has a -1 to hit.)

p_1d20+5 (Isabelle's Appeal! The audience adores the little puppy's determined attempts at combat... Even if it is a bit silly.)

Isabelle HP:91/150 Shield: 50/50 Status: Trying her best Cooldown:Oops! (1) Appeal:0

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[Mari]

Peach giggled. "Your kindness and modesty are very much appreciated, Miss Isabelle~!" Peach replied. What a sweet puppy. Oh god. Oh god fighting her hurt. Why can't she just cuddle her and feed her treats--Right. Professional fights. You couldn't always choose who you fought, and Peach knew all too well that sometimes you couldn't even choose not to fight at all. She still remembered that time she'd been kidnapped and tossed into the stadium just because some jerk wanted to see her get slapped around. The next thing Peach knew though.

GXSwAXcjp_1d20+2 (Peach's Fishing Rod Dodge; Failure)

...There was a fishing rod embedded in her dress. Excuse me what?! Peach squealed in mild fright as her skirt was tugged on by the rod. Thankfully, the underlying layers and hoop made it durable enough that a wardrobe malfunction wasn't a realistic concern. It did, however, fluster her and make her fall on her bottom. Well! That was certainly an unusual way of fighting. ...She was lowkey into it, being a bit of a fan of strange fighting styles. Right now though, she was almost stunned by just how unexpected this was. She got back up and brushed off her skirt, checking the damage. It wasn't too bad, thankfully. Phew! Her tailor did their job and didn't skimp on material. Nothing was worse than custom ordering and fitting a beautiful dress like this only for it to rip to shreds at the first sign of duress.

p_1d20+1 (Peach's Oops Dodge; Success)

!!! Peach stepped aside, the pot flying through her dress without ever really connecting with her legs. The perks of having such a big floofy dress was that it could be misleading like that. "Oh my. That wasn't an important pot was it..?" Peach softly asked in concern. She then noticed Isabelle pulling out a party popper and pointing it at her...

p_1d20+1 (Peach's Confetti Surprise Dodge; Success)

"--Oh!" Peach blurted out, quickly stepping aside. She chuckled. "Yes, I'm quite alright. Though I would forgive you for trying a little harder~!" Peach politely replied, unable to help but feel slightly bad for her opponent. She wasn't 100% convinced Isabelle wasn't holding back. ...She had a feeling she knew how to provoke a stronger response out of Isabelle, much as it would hurt her to be harsh to such a cute opponent. She silenced that part of her. She would have every day of the rest of her life to be nice to Isabelle. This was a battle, and she was to take it seriously. With any luck, Isabelle wouldn't be too mad at her. She'd start off by playfully turning her back on the nearby pupper. "Now... Where were we?" she thoughtfully asked in a playfully disingenuous tone, bending over and bouncing backward in an attempt to booty slam her smaller opponent!

p_1d20+7 (Peach's Hips of Vehemence; Does 15% Damage and afflicts Isabelle with the mini status)

If Isabelle were hit, she'd find herself smushed against the ground with a face full of Peach's ... presence. Woah! Talk about big butt so what! ...Or wait... Was the world bigger too?? Rather comically, Peach's backside would have squished Isabelle down to a smaller size! She would then get back up, moving and attempting to pluck Isabelle from the ground, producing a cast iron frying pan and dropping her inside! She'd then begin flipping her about like a pancake, which felt a lot like getting struck by a frying pan if you were tiny.

p_1d20+7 (Peach's Frying Pan of Compassion; Does 37% Damage, but Peach suffers 6% recoil and -1 to her dodge rolls next turn)

...She was still a bit big for doing this one handed though, and Peach wound up making her arm quite sore pulling off the stunt. Alternatively, if Isabelle weren't shrunk in the first place, she'd just get a whack over the head with the pan. Either way, OW! "I do like to think that much of my magic is quite wonderful~! If you'd like, I could try and teach you sometime." Peach offered rather light-heartedly. After a few moments though, she abruptly stowed the pan back in the folds of her dress, grabbing for Perry and lunging outward to catch Isabelle off guard with a feint attack! At first, it might seem like she was going to hit Isabelle with the parasol, but instead, she attempted to swing right past Isabelle, catching her with the underside of Perry's canopy! ...Where she'd probably find herself drawn into the strange magical wormhole that was his mouth.

p_1d20+9 (Peach's Devour; Dores no direct damage, but Isabelle gets nommed if she gets hit. Isabelle can attack her surroundings as normal to try and free herself. However, due to it being very cramped she only gets 2 actions instead of the normal 3.)

If successful, Isabelle would find herself abruptly wormholed into the rather cramped, warm, slimy, yet soft embrace... of Peach's stomach. Hopefully, she didn't need to be told this was a bad place to be~ A heart could be heard beating from above, and her world would sway gently with the rocking of Peach's hips as she let her newfound weight settle. Unless, of course, the attack somehow missed of course.

p_1d20+11 (Peach's Appeal)

Princess Peach 150/165 HP 50/50 Shield 59 Appeal Frills Of Justice (1 Turns) Devour CD: 1 Turn

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Isabelle's ears drooped when Peach told her that she expected more. But... But she was doing her best! Her fishing rod, and her party poppers and everything! What more COULD she do? Isabelle... almost stopped to sulk. But no! There's no way she was gonna do that! Come on, this is Isabelle we're talking about here, she's the embodiment of happiness and joy! So she picked herself up and readied for Peach's next move... 10 seconds too late.

Uyb1d4ptp_1d20-1 (Isabelle's failed dodge! She takes 15% and is now Mini! CON mod is now -2, but DEX Mod is now +1 for reference.)

Isabelle was squashed by the massive hips of Peach and flew back, a bit... perturbed to say the least. The last thing Isabelle thought she would be doing today was being bashed in by the Princess of the Toadstool Kingdom's hips! Although they were rather impressive... and growing larger! Oh no, did Peach gain strength from bashing in Isabelle? She looked around in a panic. Oh, no, wait, she was just a bit smaller. Huh! No time for that though, Peach was trying to pick her up and set her into a frying pan!

p_1d20+1 (Isabelle's failed dodge! She takes 37% percent damage.)

To her credit, Isabelle did try to run away. But Peach was so big, and she was reaching down to grab her... Isabelle wasn't a scaredy cat, bit she wasn't overly brave. She froze up, and the Isabelle Peach picked up was shaking like a leaf. Tossed around in this frying pan, Isabelle just covered her face. Oh no, not only did she disappoint Princess Peach, but now she showed Peach fear! She never respect her again...

p_1d20+1 (Isabelle's critical fail dodge... She's nommed and now only has 2 actions. Oh my Lord I am so sorry puppy.)

And because Isabelle covered her face in embarrassment, she didn't see the Perry coming right at her and suddenly she landed in something... slimy? Isabelle, still shaking, uncovered her eyes and found herself in some place with...a beating heart?!? Did... Did Peach EAT her? Oh man, the ultimate show of lack of respect; eating your opponent. Isabelle could never show her face in the Life Sphere again... But wait. She was still tiny, and she moved a lot quicker that she normally did. Maybe there was a way to actually get out of this mess!

And so, Isabelle pulled two party poppers out of her pockets, and pulled. Of course, the blast of both of the poppers pushed Isabelle back, but it was the only way!

p_1d20 (Isabelle's first Party Popper! Normally a -1, but the Dex boost negates that!)
p_1d20(Isabelle's Second Party Popper! See above.)

If this didn't work, then Isabelle was pretty sure the fight would be over. And she didn't want that yet! She... She could just disappoint Princess Peach!... Could she? Maybe... Maybe she did already...

"Oh, get a hold of yourself, Isabelle! Don't worry; you may not be a fighter, but there's plenty that Princess Peach could like you for!... Like doing paperwork! Or... or being a good friend... Or n-nn-never giving up! Even when you're trapped _{inside a person's stomach...} "

p_1d20+5 (Isabelle's Appeal Roll! I... don't know how to justify this roll. Probably pity though.)

Isabelle HP:39/130 Shield: 50/50 Status: Mini (-2 Con, +2 Dex) Cooldown: Oops (Next Round!) Appeal:9

1d20-1·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20·1d20·1d20+5

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OUvSuAM|p_1d15+4 (Peach's Confetti Popper Resistance; Reduces the damage taken by 14%, fully absorbing the attack with 3% leftover)
p_1d15+23 (Peach's Confetti Popper Resistance; Reduces the damage taken by 38%, fully absorbing the attack with 27% leftover)

Peach gasped and covered her mouth, a little flurry of confetti fluttering past her hand, the product of a stifled burp. Yet, her stomach denied any such escape attempt. No... Soft as its embrace was, it did not give in to Isabelle's demands. Rather, it possessively squeezed Isabelle instead. Listening to what Isabelle had to say, Peach was somewhat surprised to find that gobbling Isabelle up had not given her the freakout reaction she'd been hoping for. She'd intended to provoke Isabelle into not holding back, but even now she could faintly hear Isabelle fussing over ...earning her approval? Oh... It was with some level of reluctance that Peach accepted this was all Isabelle could give. At least, for right now. It kind of bad her feel bad for pushing so hard, but then Isabelle had requested it and she did take heroing very seriously. She silently resolved to try and help Isabelle better herself if she let her, given the intensity of their battle. 

"...I would like to love and cherish you for all those reasons, Isabelle. It would be my pleasure to help you learn to better defend yourself after we are done here if that's what you'd like." Peach's voice softly replied, a bit muted but still very much loud enough to hear from inside her. Perhaps with a bit of extra bass that very gently shook Isabelle's surroundings. Peach gently pressed a hand to her midsection, soothingly giving Isabelle a little pat through her belly. "However... For now..." Peach continued with a note of reluctance, transitioning her hands to her hips and striking a power pose. "You are not coming back up!" she remarked in a playfully competitive tone, clenching her abdominal muscles such that her stomach gave Isabelle a good squeeze and letting it work away at what remained of Isabelle's strength with a digestive furor.

((Princess Peach deals 10% Digestion Damage to Isabelle and heals for 5% There's nothing she can really do about this, other than fight her way out next turn. And well...))

Peach idly and rhythmically swayed her hips in a mildly disorientating manner for anyone whose weight happened to be resting on them, ...like Isabelle. All she had to do was make it clear that Isabelle wasn't getting out and she'd be declared the winner by technical KO!

((Princess Peach deals another 10% Digestion Damage to Isabelle, healing for 5%.))

Peach playfully entertained the audience with a light-hearted dance routine. Her battle became more about showing off and demonstrating that Isabelle was thoroughly defeated. She could feel her opponent growing weaker, while she herself only grew stronger. "I do admire your bravery, refusing to give up in such dire depths~ Yet, there is no arguing with my tummy's whims~!" Peach lightly warned, returning to her hands on hips power pose.

((Peach deals 40% Digestion Damage to Isabelle, healing for 20%. This is a domination attack, meaning it also steals up to 40 of Isabelle's appeal points. Or y'know, just the 9 she had.))

And with that, Peach could feel that Isabelle no longer had the strength to resist her captivity. "I believe I have won~" she announced, asserting herself for Isabelle's sake. After a while of watching her embarass Isabelle, she doubted anyone would be inclined to disagree. Her dress returend to its normal form and she gently yawned, mildly exhausted from her performance.

Princess Peach 165/165 HP 50/50 Shield 120 Appeal Drowsy (3 Turns) Frills of Justice CD: 3 Turns

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Isabelle was tightly squeezed, the poor puppy struggling to not get too hurt being digested. Oh, Isabelle, this morning you thought you would simply share paperwork tips with Princess Peach and now you're being digested... Finally, Isabelle collapsed in the sticky stomach of Peach and sighed. "I-if you say so, Ms. Princess. I don't want to fight anymore... I think I want to try and win your friendship over a nice day of fishing instead..."

Isabelle, tired out and a bit bruised, just started to giggle until she began to cough. But there she lay, in the belly of the beautiful princess, laughing about asking her to go fishing with her. "Hehehehehehe, oh Isabelle! You know what, Miss Princess? Can... Can I learn some of your magic? I know I'm a pretty bad fighter... but maybe you can help me become a better friend... Because...". Isabelle's voice dropped in volume, and she kept going so only Peach could hear, Because if I can get stronger, then I can find the Mayor again! And everyone will be so happy to see him...

She sighed, a slight crack in her voice as she continued. "And I don't want the people back home to worry about the Mayor anymore... Because... Because it hurts me to see them sad that he's gone away. And I w-want them to be happy! Because they're everything to me..."

Now Isabelle was tearing up. "...C-Can you really help me? A silly puppy with a couple of party poppers and a fishing rod? I know I don't like to hurt people... but maybe y-you can help me help people more!...Please?"

Isabelle is defeated!

[Mari]

In spite of Isabelle's rather degrading position inside her stomach, Peach made a point to listen attentively to what she had to say. Although her abilities were arguably bizarre, she was no glutton and Isabelle was not food. --Well, her stomach might disagree on that last part, but... Peach restrained the urge to giggle, not wanting to give Isabelle the impression she was laughing at her. Instead, she gently caressed her stomach and rhythmically tapped at it with her fingers, a playful finger dance that could be felt from within. Little pink heart-shaped bubbles began to form around Isabelle in the rather cramped space she occupied, fluttering about her and occasionally popping, leaving a glittering pink haze in their midst that quickly dissipated. They glew gently, and after a few moments, there were dozens of them fluttering around, imparting a pleasant tingling sensation on contact with the poor pupper, whose mercy had finally arrived. "I will certainly try my best, Miss Isabelle. It would be quite nice to spend some time with you without the expectation that we must fight one another." the princess replied, showing her mild disdain for the stadium with her barely contained eagerness. Quaint, considering she was the champion. She gave her tummy a little rub, a larger pink heart forming and gently squishing against Isabelle before popping. The energy imparted by these hearts was neutralizing the acids around her and beginning to slowly yet steadily heal her, soothing her pain and --...Well, she might still need a bath, but the hurting would definitely stop before long.

"I do have other students who would love to welcome you to our classes, and perhaps even the sisterhood itself--should you find yourself at home~ And I can promise that they will all make excellent friends. All you have to do is open your heart and get them to open theirs~ ...And I have a good feeling about your ability to do both, Miss Isabelle~" Peach went on to add rather thoughtfully. "...As well as your ability to become a better friend. I do believe you have the heart for it." Peach added as she continued healing Isabelle using the power of love. "...Sit tight and do not be afraid to make yourself comfortable. I shall carry you home with me~ ...Just as soon as I pick up my badges and some treats for the others. I have a fan who is usually waiting to give me something just outside the stadium~ ...I do not revel in fighting, but it is quite nice to see the inspiration I bring to aspiring heroines when they see that someone like me can hold the belt~!" Peach finished, meandering off to take Isabelle back to the magical girl's society with her.

((End of presence~!))