Beowulf opens one eye at a time, only to be met with the vision of a woman with only one. That woman sat on his chair, The Hurting, and was close to breaking it, not because of her own weight, but because of the heavy firearm she had for a left arm.
Undoubtedly, she was Black Dahlia, but what does she want from him?
The wolf attempted to question her, but she silenced him with her manic laughter.
"I cannot BELIEVE you are the same man I fought! You look even weaker!" Her comment was followed by more laughter, but the mockery enlightened him.
He fought her…and other 10 medici goons. Maybe that's why she won. Most definitely even, but Beowulf was hit hard enough to not remember it…he is still dizzy actually.
Before trying to speak again, he feels a terrible taste in his mouth, overly sweet and probably alcoholic. He groans instead.
Dahlia seems to have expected this reaction, answering him with the classic: "It's apple juice."
Beowulf tries to charge at her while she drinks her own glass, but instead discovers another one of her lies. Apple juice does not make your legs feel numb, but whatever Dahlia forced down his throat made his lower body weak.
She enjoys this way too much, giggling and pointing at him as if anyone else was looking at whatever is so funny.
Beowulf then feels something click inside his mind, a question. They were completely alone in what seemed to be a dressing room mixed with an arsenal, costumes hung beside assault guns…
"Where am I?" Beowulf finally asks, lifting his head from the cold, hard…sticky ground to reveal a slightly more sober frown to Black Dahlia.
If the woman laughed for one more second she would begin to cry in front of her own prisoner, and that did not sound so funny to her, so she clears her throat to say:
"Why don't you see it yourself? Get up, walk around, get to know the place…" She leans back on The Hurting, stretching and then adding: "You're never gonna leave."
Leaving does not seem impossible anymore, since the wolf found the strength in his arms again, able to push himself up.
His legs were not tied together, but he still trips somehow. This time they weren't even numb.
"I'm gonna leave the moment this apple juice drug wears off!" He shouts, only making Dahlia smirk in response. Now the view he has of the mercenary makes him feel even more powerless…she crosses her metal legs and prevents him from seeing under her dress, making him face the sole of her shoe.
She cups his chin with its point and lifts it slightly so their eyes meet. Beowulf cannot describe what he feels, but it is a mix between dread and not wanting to fight back.
It would be useless anyways…she has a gun for a limb and could shoot him right there. She could do anything to him…
"You must be sober by now. But you're mine."
This sounds right in the worst way possible. Beowulf feels compelled to listen, to wait for her command.
This seems to snap him back to reality and the fact that Dahlia is staring at him with hate, not lust. He doesn't even know why he was thinking about lust…
"I bet you have a boner now, and that it's small." She scoffs and drops his face against the tiles.
For some reason this hurts him more than it should, and mainly on the crotch area…
He jolts up the moment he realizes he has a boner for Black Dahlia, wanting to disguise it for something adrenaline-related. He manages to stand up this time, but feels too insecure to kick her or charge. Now he's just standing there, erect and wondering why his head is higher from the ground than usual.
The man looks down, shocked to see white stilettos and gray thigh-highs. His wrestling costume is gone and was substituted by a black bodysuit that is too tight for his liking, outlining his erection in such an obvious way that it feels like he is nude.
"You learnt how to walk on heels quickly, but somehow took forever to notice that you're wearing them…" Dahlia says, simultaneously impressed and disappointed at Beowulf's intelligence, or lack thereof.
"What am I even WEARING?!" He covers his pelvis with one hand and his cleavage with the other, which is extremely wide. His pectorals push the fabric aside and make this even more ridiculous for him.
The cherry on top was the black headband that fell over his eyes, the one he took off angrily and gasped at the sight of two floppy bunny ears. Beowulf instinctively looked back and was horrified at the sight of a fluffy bunny tail.
Dahlia visually rejoiced and stretched over Beowulf's favorite chair. She did not feel a drop of fear, only a discreet wetness between her thighs. She answers him with:
"Don't even worry, you'll take it off soon."
This sounds like a threat bigger than the weapon attached to her. Beowulf grips the headband with anger, fear and arousal. A little bit of shame too.
Black Dahlia claps, not because she is amused, but to tell her servants to walk in. They are not her average skullgirls, they're people of every body type, gender and style, all dressed in similar or even sluttier clothes.
They come from the shadows or through a curtain far behind Dahlia, some of them naked…Beowulf does not want to believe what he is seeing at all, hopelessly looking for a weapon like the gigan fist to push them all away from him.
For some reason, he freezes with the stares of the sex workers. Then he is ordered to strip.
"OH WHAT?!" He is outraged, as if he was taunted in a fight, but of course he was unable to resist. Not physically because of so many weapons, nor mentally because of every element of this scene combined.
"I told you to strip." Black Dahlia finally gets up from the chair, grabbing Beowulf by the costume's white collar. "Like every other stripper does."
"I-" He was losing his train of thoughts, his confidence cracking louder than any whisper or noise in the background. "WHERE AM I?!"
"In my whorehouse. Welcome to Dirtiest Deeds." Dahlia spins around Beowulf to give a quick slap to his ass. The strippers make way for her to leave.
Of course, she does not leave the whorehouse, Dahlia just returns to a noisy bar on the other side of that red curtain.
Beowulf trips on his heels again.
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BUNNYWULF (A Skullgirls Abomination)
FanfictionI promised to Channel 0, the most chaotic chat in Skullgirls Mobile, to make a fanfic about Beowulf in a bunnysuit, so: Black Dahlia defeated Beowulf in a fight, kidnapped him and forced him to become a stripper in her whorehouse. She even made him...
