The discus landed into the sand with a heavy thud. “A new personal record. Magnificent!” The confident bird woman who threw said discus boasted to an imaginary audience in the empty practice field. “Those Athenians will be in awe of I, Pierha!” Though from the nearby woods, a muscular figure was following the avian athlete’s boasting with a mischievous glint in her eye. She slung her satchel over her back and stepped forth. “In awe indeed~” the huntress Demetria spoke, deciding to make her presence known. Pierha whirled around in surprise. “Who…? Ah, an admirer, I see?” The huntress smiled. “You may call me Demetria. I’ve been enjoying your training all afternoon. Your form is impressive~” Pierha clearly you enjoyed getting get ego stroked. “And you’ll see all of my prowess in the arena in just a few days. I have prepared for several events.”
“You do know the Games do not allow wo- …nevermind. I admire your spirit, I must say.” The muscular woman approached the sandy field, leaving her satchel near the edge of the ring. This seemed to get the athletic avian even more fired up. “What’s this? You’re challenge me?” “I suppose I am.” Demetra chuckled softly. “How are you with wrestling?” “Ha! I’d have you eating sand in mere moments!” Phierha boasted, overcome with hubris. The fact that her opponent was at least two heads taller than her, and about twice as broad, seemed lost on her. “Bring it!”
Readying herself, Pierha had no idea how much she had bitten off. With terryfing ease, she got hoisted off her feet by her opponent and dropped back into the sand, stuck in an unbreakable grip. “Gah! You just got lucky! I demand a rematch” The bird protested from underneath the massive muscular woman, squirming like a worm but going nowhere. “So you admit that I won?” The huntress asked smugly, even being able to hold down her challenger with one arm while the other reached for her satchel. “What I admitted is that you got lucky! You won’t be in round tw- hey, what are you doing.” The avian athlete yelled when she felt a strange tugging at her arms and realised she was being tied up, only helped to her feet to better loop the ropes Demetria had produced from her bag around her. “I am securing my prize~ What else did you think I came to this arena for?” Demetria smiled seductively. “You madwoman! Let me go right now or I sha- llmph!?” Any further outcries were promptly silenced by a large wad of cloth that got crammed into her beak. “Mmgph!? Ymmh bmmff!!” Attempts to wrestle her way out of Demetria’s grip were futile, and soon Pierha found her arms, chest and legs tightly trussed up, and her gag tied in place with another cloth. “Nmmmph!?!” Sounded an indignant, muffled squawk as the bird lady got effortlessly lifted over the shoulders of her captor, a strong hand resting on her rear.
“I hope you have been following your endurance training as well, ever-turbulent Pierha~” Demetria chuckled, gathering her possessions and heading back to the woods she had appeared from, patting her prisoner’s behind with a lustful eagerness. “I am known for celebrating my victories until deep into the night~”
