Thread: The Arena [tentacles, monsters, futa, transformation] (Hapto & Maxy)

The surrounding forest hums with the soft sounds of life - distant calls of what might be birds, leaves rustling gently in the wind, the steady buzz of insects - glowing insects, three white lights circling around her body, all pulsing rhythmically. Something about the buzz of their wings sounds distinctly - mechanical. Behind her the white base of the great wall is visible in the distance, and far above, just seen through the tree tops, the top of the wall, above which the distant crowds chant. But before them, reaching up above the top of the wall, bright images hover - clear depictions of places inside the aqua forest, clearings, rivers, thickets, flashes of movement, a figure standing naked in a blue grass clearing. She recognized the figure as herself, her naked body as seen from the buzzing white light that hovers just ahead of her, the device recording and sending her image upwards to be displayed several stories tall before the eagerly watching crowds. In the distant shadows of the forest other lights can just be seen, hovering, circling, chasing the rustling sounds of something moving through the treetops, getting very close. Something darts above her head, a large black shape perched on a hanging branch before her. It looks something like a gorilla, something like a bat, the dark furred legs ending in hands that hold onto the branch, the arms held overhead, hands stretched and extended far out to the sides to encompass the large leathery wings. It perches there, whole body heaving quickly, the breaths sounding laboured, but not from fatigue, instead sounding more - intimately laboured. The fur looking slick with sweat, palms shaking slightly against the branch. One of the palms holds a knife against it. All of a sudden its breathing stops, and shoulders lung around to turn its face to her, three white eyes seeing her clearly, both large nostrils flaring at her scent. It hesitates, then leaps away, half gliding half swinging between the tree tops as it heads into the distance towards the guiding pillars of light. Other contestants can be heard moving in the distance, see-able only as the small lights that chase them, several twinkling into the distance ahead. Tess' own way forward seems clear enough - either she braves the thick under-brush of the forest to her sides, or the blue grass ahead, curving and flowing in almost a path between the tall, gently swaying trees, heading towards the gentle rush of water. The river sparkles the most luminous green in the light. The trees on each bank leave an open swath of cool air between them, above which a sky and a sun should be seen - instead of the distant white dome of a roof reflecting the echoes of the crowd. The river is maybe twenty meters wide, the green waters not looking dirty, just thickly coloured, the bottom not clearly visible. The river extends as far as Tess can see in either direction, but a fair way off to one side a wide fallen tree stretches from one bank to another, looking like a safe and solid way across. A little closer, several wide, rubbery blue circles rest on the river's surface, shaped like very large clovers, each large enough for someone to lay on. Theirs quiet a few of them, seeming to form a very buoyant, if a little unstable path across the river. And of course, right before her feat the blue grass leads down to the river bank, the waters flowing quite gently, not looking too deep, even if the thick green colour prevents her from seeing the bottom. Ahead several lights retreat further still into the distant, getting steadily closer to the far off pillars of white at the far side of the forest.