Tik Tik and the Tournament of Pleasure

Tik Tik and the Tournament of Pleasure is a storyarc in TikTikKobold's The Adventures of Tik Tik series. It's a tournament arc, featuring erotic fights between a bunch of characters, including many guest appearances from other artists.

=Links=
 * SoFurry Folder
 * Greyhound Gryphon vs. LiFixe
 * Lionna vs. The Bloody Battler
 * Basma vs. Judith Wainwright
 * Silvie vs. Tik Tik Part 1

=Story=

Greyhound Gryphon vs. LiFixe
Hanioc: Welcome, once again, to the broadcast of the Tournament of Pleasure. As always, I am Hanioc, Angelic Organizer for all things related to the Divine’s will.

Tik Tik: And Tik Tik is Tik Tik—Herald of Tournament and really like like sexfight!

Hanioc: Today’s first Champion is a hardened warrior. Sometimes known as “The Alchemist,” Greyhound Gryphon has seen many conflicts as both a soldier and a mercenary.

Tik Tik: Ooh, Tik Tik think more interested in fight part than sex.

Hanioc: His opponent is also martially inclined, a kitsune swordsman by the name of LiFixe. It seems we shall start with a bit of a gentleman’s duel in this battle.

Tik Tik: Hehe… Tik Tik know how those end around here!

Grey’s dog tags jingle when he rushes up towards the center of the arena. The foxwolf wears his camo pants and the bandana around his mouth. In one hand is his hatchet, and in his eyes is determination.

LiFixe steps up, rolling off his jacket. The tall kitsune’s ruffled pants and well-maintained goatee and mustache show off his flamboyant personality. He remains as shirtless as his foe; his chest is fluffy and bright. His many tails fan out, flowing in the wind as he readies his weapon. “En garde!”

And the battle commences. Grey rushes forward, swinging the blunt end of his hatchet at his opponent’s shin, but LiFixedodges out of the way, landing with a dainty step on his “gloved” paws.

“Oh, ho. You wish to skip the foreplay, no? Then take this piercing attack!”

He pokes forward, but Grey brings his weapon up, knocking the fox off-balance before he swings his blade straight into LiFixe’s stomach.

The rapier man stumbles back, a “gloved” hand upon his stomach. He coughs and smirks. “A solid blow. Very impressive, sir!”

Grey flips his weapon around towards the sharp side, staring the fox down.

“Oh, my, you’re making things quite heated. Sure, the tip of my weapon is not protected. I could indeed draw blood, but where is the sexiness in that?” As he speaks, his eyes glow, and the tips of his tails flare with balls of blue fire.

Grey stops, his eyes transfixed upon the flames. He squeezes his eyes shut and steps back.

LiFixe chuckles, twirling his mustache. “Ah, I see. Wouldn’t you want to make this battle a bit more comfortable? Perhaps without that mask of yours?”

Grey opens one eye just slightly, trying to stare his opponent down, but his glance keeps going towards the orbs on LiFixe’s tails. He reaches up with a shaking hand, grabbing at his wrist to try and stop himself. “N… no...you… you’re hypno….tising… me”

LiFixe snickers, “Oh, my boy, I am merely allowing you to be as you truly are. Your bravado attempts to hide your submissive nature, but soon, very soon, you will be mine.” Pulling his mask down around his neck, Grey can only nod, breathing out, “Y… yeah…”

LiFixe approaches the foxwolf, his hands wrapped around his chest. “My, my, my, you are easily susceptible, are you not?”

Grey nods, his eyes hazed over while he stares at the orbs of foxfire.

“I do not even need to touch you to make you lose this match, do I?”

“No… you didn’t…””

“Oh, ho ho ho,” the kitsune spins around, his fluffy tails wrapping around Grey, pulling him in close so that the two are pressed against each other, chest-to-chest through the fluff of tails. LiFixe brushes his hand over Grey’s ear, and Grey tilts his head, wanting more of that petting.

“Such a disappointment that a fighter of your skill lacks the resolve to even slightly resist my hypnotic ways. Why is it that you submit so easily?”

“Fluffy…” Grey responds, not even struggling.

“Oh, yes? Why, sir, I am honored to let you have you touch my magnificent fluff.” He loosens his grip, letting Grey have access to his hands. The foxwolf reaches out, pressing his paws against the kitsune’s chest, feeling the fluffy fur over his body’s toned muscles.

“Oooh, yes, indeed, I can feel your excitement growing between your legs, my friend. Is this all it took to win this battle? I would have jumped to this from the very beginning of the battle.”

Grey continues to run his hands over the chest of the kitsune, wholly engrossed in his activity.

“Mmm, yes, my friend… that feels quite nice, indeed…” He says this, lowering himself down, sitting on the arena floor, letting the foxwolf straddle him as Grey explores his body. “Do not stop… just admire me and be completely subservient to me and all my desires, yes…”

“All, your…” Grey blinks and looks downward. “Do you desire… more…?”

“Oh, what a subservient young man you are. Yes, please, if you wouldn’t mind ridding me of my bothersome pants, I shall show you something much better than a fluffy body.”

With that, Grey reaches down past LiFixe’s navel, unbuttoning the swordsman’s pants and pulling the fabric downward, only to expose his cock.

“Does it not look delicious to you?”

“It looks irresistible,” Grey says, his mouth hanging open.

“Well, then, let us see just how much you can’t resist it, then,” the kitsune says, pressing Grey’s head down, lowering him towards the kitsune’s shaft.

Tik: Look like Grey totally losing! How he get out of this?

Hanioc: The battles of the Tournament of Pleasure aren’t always about the dominant beating the submissive. Sometimes, one can get too full of themselves and lose the day.

Tik: Tik Tik hope you’re right. Grey could be lost in head, but beat LiFixe in body!

Hanioc: Indeed, he can. Someone so susceptible to suggestion can make for a submissive that could go a long way in the tournament. We just have to see whom the gods favor.

Greyhound Gryphon is a mercenary, a mighty warrior, a killer. He has no time for nonsense. He has felled many enemies in the past, and he swore he would win this tournament and show the world just how good he is at what he does.

But now, he’s staring face-first at kitsune cock.

LiFixe, the fencer, sits back, his pants undone, his junk exposed. Some of his tails hold tight to the mercenary, while others help support the kitsune as he lounges on the ground. “Don’t be afraid, my pet. “This penis is all that your life is about, isn’t it?”

Greyhound blinks, and he furrows his brow, considering the shaft before him.

“Is something the matter, my pet?” LiFixe says, rubbing behind Greyhound’s ear. “You’re not having performance anxiety, are you? Don’t you remember that this is the cock you came here for?”

Is it? Greyhound can’t rightfully remember. Why was he here? Where exactly is here? Why is everything but this handsome devil of a kitsune so much of a blur around him?

“I don’t…”

“Shh…. You’re overthinking, my pet,” LiFixe says, petting behind Greyhound’s ear. Greyhound, in response, closes his eyes, sighs, and nuzzles against the vulpine hand.

“Y… you’re right… I am overthinking.”

“You don’t think, do you?”

“No… I don’t… I don’t think, master.”

“What do you do, my little Greyhound, hm…?”

“I… serve master LiFixe.”

“And what does Master LiFixe want?”

“He wants…? I don’t know…”

“Very good. If you thought of something, that would mean that you were thinking.” He grips the back of Greyhound’s head, pushing him down.

Greyhound’s lips press against the tip of LiFixe’s cock. There’s a bit of resistance. However, once the enslaved was realized he shouldn’t resist, he stopped. He lets the cock slide up into his mouth. “Mmmm…”

Without any more urging, Greyhound slides his mouth up and down along the shaft. “My, my… where did you learn to have such a naughty mouth like that?” LiFixe says, swirling his finger along his opponent’s hair. “It’s almost as if you’re used to sucking cock.”

The only response Greyhound gives is a slight moan, along with the sounds of sucking and slurping. “But, seriously, this is fun and all,” the kitsune says, laying back, resting his head on his hands, “But I’ve already won this fight now. What more is there to do?””Tik Tik shakes her head. “This can’t be right. Hanioc, please. This slavery”

The angel holds a hand up. “No, for deep withinGreyhound’s mind, he wants to be treated this way. He is a submissive soul trapped in the expectations of his life. This is how he truly is—LiFixe just brought it to the surface”

“Then, end fight now”

“I cannot until one of them gives up. Greyhound still hasn’t.”

LiFixe chuckles, “Well, isn’t that an interesting development? Why don’t we see just how much he can take, then?”

The kitsune pulls Greyhound’s head away.

He gasps, his tongue out with a string of spit connecting the dick and his mouth.”

LiFixe swirls his finger.

Greyhound knows immediately what his master wants and turns around, facing away from the kitsune. He unbuttons his pants, pulling them down, exposing himself for all to see. The brave warrior now quivering on his hands and knees and whimpering out, “Give it to me, master.”

“Hm…there’s a bit of thinking for yourself going on,” LiFixe says, just before he climbs atop of his servant. The kitsune wraps his arms around the foxwolf, with the other hand around Greyhound’s dick. “Maybe, I can allow some thought, as long as you know whose you are?”

With that, he thrusts forward, penetrating the mind-washed warrior. Greyhound’s eyes roll back. He coughs and lulls his tongue. Squeaks and gasps rise up from his throat as the kitsune takes him, claiming his ass.

“Ah…. M-master LiFixe’s… little, aaah, sluuut.”

“Magnificent,” LiFixe says, pressing against Greyhound’s chest, sitting up so now Greyhound sits on him, letting his body sink down onto the lubed-up cock. Greyhound bounces on it, his movements not only pushing the kitsune deeper inside of him, but letting his cock rub against the fox’s paw.

LiFixe nips up the foxwolf’s neck and speaks up, saying, “Now, then…you’re going to lose this match, my pet.”

“Ye… yes, master,” Greyhound gasps.

“You’ll be in the loser’s bracket, where you belong.”

“Yes, m... master.”

“And, you’ll conquer and destroy every other loser in your path.”

“M… master.”

LiFixe picks up the pace of his fucking, burying himself into the foxwolf. ““This Tournament, grrrn, is double… fff… elimination! Defeat… gnnn, all the… fuuu, opponents and-, and-”

LiFixe goes balls deep, and at the same time, shoots off inside of the mind washed slut. Greyhound erupts, shooting messy strands up into the air and down over his cock and his master’s hand. Soon, he’s just sitting there, panting, filled with dick, laying against the kitsune’s chest.

LiFixe pets his servant’s head and kisses his cheek. “Where was I? Ah, yes… if you defeat all the opponents, then I won’t have to worry about fighting a loser in the finals. You can just give me the victory… how does that sound”

“Master it… sounds wonderful,”

“That not fair.” Tik Tik snaps. “Can’t control someone after round like that.”

“If I recall correctly,” LiFixe says, “there are already those under hypnotic control here.” He pulls out from Greyhound, the foxwolf’s hole dripping with cum. “There is no difference here. I can make things more favorable for myself.”

Tik Tik puffs out her cheeks. “No, you can’t.”

“Tik Tik,” Hanioc interrupts. “Each Champion is free to fight for what they want. You cannot change that”

Tik Tik rolls her eyes. “Okay. Then, Greyhound. What want fight for?”

Greyhound picks himself up, sitting on his knees. He looks over his shoulder, his eyes hazy, a smile slapped across his face. “Why… I want to fight for the glory of my master, of course…!”

Lionna vs. The Bloody Battler


Hanioc: Welcome to the Anteronian Battle Arena, where many sports of exemplary martial skills are shown off.

Tik: So fun and exciting. Two strong women Champion for Tournament of Pleasure fight fight. Sex sex, too! Tik Tik excited.

Hanioc: In the red corner, we have the mighty hunter. The Lioness Lionna!

Tik: And on blue side, mystery Bloody Battler! Both strong, sexy ladies but show off different fight skills.

Hanioc: Lionna is a wrestler, while her opponent frequents fight tournaments of a mixed tournament variety. If anything, she would have the advantage when facing off varying opponents in our competition.

Tik: But fight only half of it. Fun to see which half wins

The spotlights hit the two corners of the arena. On both of the turnbuckles, the fighters sit on stools, dressed in robes. The two women stand at once, one of them a large and mighty lioness. She rolls off her garment, revealing her thick muscles and nude form, and steps to the middle of the ring, her teeth bared in a mighty grin.

On the opposite side is a pale humanoid woman. When she opens her eyes, the Battler betrays her supernatural identity by the burning red eyes and void-black sclera. When she stands, she grabs her cloak and throws it over her shoulder, showing off her smaller-framed yet toned pale form, dressed in footwraps, fingerless gloves, and tight shorts. She leaps to the middle, staring up at her opponent, chest out, and arms back. When she opens her mouth to show off her grin, she shows her sharp fangs, hissing.

Lionna snorts, then nods. “You ready for an exciting fight? I sure am.”

“I’ve drained men larger than you dry before the final bell.”

“This ain’t no bloodsport,” the lion says, cracking her neck.

“I wasn’t talking about blood,” responds the vampires.

Both smiles widen just as the bell rings. Lionna goes in for a grapple, but the Bloody Battler hops up, kneeing the lion in the chin, making her stumble back. The Bloody Battler takes the advantage, going in for a series of punches and kicks. The lioness takes them, slipping back from the onslaught. After the first few hits, her smirk returns, and she grabs the vampire by the fist, spinning her around and holding the arm behind her back. “Not bad, kid. But I got strength and endurance like you wouldn’t believe!”

“Kid? I’ve been fighting for decades and-aah!?

The lion wraps her free arm around the Battler’s body, lifting her up and throwing her backward in a suplex that rocks the undead creature against the bouncing arena floor.

Lionna hops down to pin the Battler, but the vampire slips from her grasp, crawling over the lioness’s body, getting her into a lock, and pinning her down against the ground.

“D… damn, you’re strong!” Lionna grunts. “How’s a girl supposed to overpower a woman of your strength?”

The Battler scowls, leaning in and whispering into Lionna’s ear. “You’re throwing the fight? Why?”

“I’m making a good show, but, ngh, in all honesty, this is a fight about the presentation, and I want you to present as a dom!”

The Battler growls, but she presses her tongue against Lionna’s neck. The feline tilts her head, sighing and biting her lip as the fangs line up along her furred flesh.

The Battler chuckles. “Ah, so you’re a submissive, are you? Nice.” Her fingers trail down Lionna’s spine, reaching around her waist and going between the lioness’s legs. She tickles along the lips, stroking and petting there.

“Aah… mmm… yeah, that’s nice. Now… the reversal.”

“The what? Wah!”

Using her strength, Lionna rolls around, crushing the vampire and then continuing the roll, getting up on her knees.

The Battler hops back up, and the two lock hands, pushing against each other in a power struggle.

“Dang, you just don’t stop!” Lionna says. “That’s what I like.” SHe exerts more power, pushing against the vampire. While she has brute strength and technique, the Battler has unending stamina. The fight continues with the two straining to outdo the other for second after screaming second. Soon, the Battler breaks free from the attack and launches herself off the mat, wrapping her legs around the lion’s neck, Lionna’s face right up against her covered crotch. The Battler falls back, hands on the mat, lifts up, picks up Lionna, and throws her down with a heavy slam.

Of course, the vampire’s legs are still around Lionna, and Lionna uses her tongue to lick up against the Battler’s shorts.

“Grr… fuck it!” the vampire says, twisting around, grabbing the lioness’s legs and lifting them up, spreading them. “You’re at a disadvantage. I can get right at you!” With that, she dives right in, licking between Lionna’s legs.

The lion purs, shifting around, squeezing her legs together. The Battler’s grip slips just a bit. While she is distracted, Lionna’s claws make themselves useful, grabbing onto the Battler’s shorts and tearing them apart, granting Lionna access to her loins. The feline tongue plunges inside, causing the Battler to slip and have her own head caught in the vice grip of a wrestler’s legs.

Tik Tik: Whoa! Fight go so fast!

Hanioc: the two fighters are exceptionally skilled in fighting. Adding sex on top of it will undoubtedly be a match of pure technique against one another.

Tik Tik: Can living thing fight against undead? We see Thi-icc lose against Tobias.

Hanioc: Yes, but Thiffrin had established a challenge and forfeited when she lost it. The Bloody Battler has no such restriction.

Tik Tik: So, that mean…?

Hanioc: To win, Lionna would have to think smarter, not harder. Will she be able to do it, or will she fall to the vampire’s skill?

Two fighters of equal skill find themselves entwined in a vertical sixty-nine. The larger lioness lays with her shoulders against the mat and her face full of vampire pussy. The Bloody Battler uses her supernatural strength to hold onto the furry fighter’s waist and delve her long tongue deep into her den.

Lionna shudders, gripping the tatters of the vampire’s shorts in her claws. Her own rough feline tongue presses past the gray pussy lips inside to a body, surprisingly lively for a member of the walking dead.

Unfortunately for the lion, the weight of a full-grown woman on her strains her as her body twitches and reacts to the vampire’s erotic kiss. It wouldn’t be long before she would succumb to the simple fact that her living endurance was not as everlasting.

Lionna probes her tongue in deep, her chin rubbing between the Battler’s legs, stimulating her.

The vampire gasps and shudders under the renewed attention, and her grip lessons by only a fraction. This is enough for Lionna, who rips her legs free. She endures the scratches of sharp claws to clamp her head around the Battler’s face and rolls onto her back, lifting the Battler and slamming her down face-up against the mat.

The Battler scrambles onto her knees just in time for Lionna to pounce at her, getting each other locked in a hand-to-hand struggle.

“What did I tell you before,” The Battler says, gritting her teeth. “You’re too weak to overpower me. You’ll tire out!”

“I don’t need to overpower you,” Lionna says, and with that, she leans in, pressing her mouth against the Battlers.

The vampire squeaks, but she readies herself to push back against the lion, only for Lionna to knee her in the stomach. The vampire lets go, and Lionna scoops her up, lifting her into the air and slamming her down, squishing her under her furry frame.

Lionna breaks the kiss, the spit between the two stringing together. Both pant and huff as legs and arms fight to get dominance again, but Lionna holds her opponent down by the shoulders and goes in for her neck, licking and nipping at her.

“Ah… ah. Fuck… y… you’re gonna.. Gonna wear yourself out!”

Lionna nips at the vampire’s neck. The Bloody Battler whines, trying to push up against the lion. To get her off, to reposition herself.

Lionna’s eyes flash with gleeful intent. She lets go, but climbs up, betting her legs right there in front of the Bloody Battler’s face.

The vampire scoffs. “What, you’re gonna sit… on… my…” she sniffs the air, the haze of iron filling her nostrils. Her dead heart beats at the sight—there, right where she had clawed at Lionna earlier—was the stain of blood.

The vampire hops up, practically burying her head between the lion’s legs.

Lionna winces but keeps herself up on her hands and knees. “L…. Looks like I didn’t have to… to force you into anything.”

The Battler slurps and licks over that wound and beyond, going up, traveling in delight between Lionna’s legs. Once she’s there, the lioness springs her trap, throwing her down and locking her legs around the Battler’s neck.

“Yo… you fool!” the vampire snaps. “I don’t need to breathe! I don’t get tired! I’ll thrash and thrash until your muscles scream!” She grabs onto Lionna, scratching, clawing at her.

Lionna hisses but keeps up her resolve. “T… that’s fine by me! The more you scratch, the more you’re getting yourself in a corner.”

She stops, holding onto the torn up legs of the lioness. A moment later, she sniffs, and a moment after that, she drools, “Oh… oh fuck…”

“Didn’t think about that, did ya, cute stuff? Sure, I’m gonna tire out soon and let go of ya, but… can you keep yourself from begging to let you go until then?”

“I… I can…”

“Are you sure? There’s nothing like the blood of a carnivore. There’s plenty of the good stuff in there, right?”

“Y… yeah…”

“So juicy.”

“U… uh, huh…”

“SO coppery…”

“Y… yeah!”

“And it’s all drying up and going to waste.”

“Please! I yield, I yields, let me have it!”

“Alrighty, then” Lionna lifts her legs and falls over, panting, staring up at the lights.

The Bloody Battler lifts one of the legs and presses her tongue against the matted fur, lapping up the delightful fluid.

Lionna supports her head in her hands and says, “You know, the submissive cats are the ones that clean the dominant ones.”

Whether it be from the new infusion of blood or from the humiliation of it all, the Bloody Battler blushes, but she doesn’t stop.

Hanioc spreads wings and proclaims, “Victory goes to Lionna.”

Tik Tik hops out from the table and crawls into the ring, watching with wide kobold eyes. “You use desire against Bloody Battler and make her want be with you.”

“Please,” the vampire huffs, licking her lips, “I nearly fell for her the moment I saw her.”

Lionna chuckles. “Same here. Damn, you got a body on you, and the way you could lay me low with a few hits…” the feline shudders. “It’s magic!”

Tik Tik taps her snout. “So strange. Tik Tik knew sexfight was real competition but did not know some think fight as sex like you do. Hm… lots of things are same in it, maybe. Increased activity… exhaustion, buildup of excitement. Tik Tik might try sometime, but Tik Tik so small…”

“Pfft, no, you just wrestle in your weight division. They got contests for shorties as well as giants, but… these sexy sort of fights are rarer than you’d expect. Hey now,” she grabs the Battler by the back of her head. “I didn’t say you were done,”

The Bloody Battler smiles and goes down between the lioness’s legs, letting that long tongue delve deep within her once more. “Ah, I think I’ll enjoy myself here for a bit. You all go on without us.”

And Tik Tik gets up, chuckling at the idea of all of these people watching the continuing fucking of the two ferocious fighters.

Basma vs. Judith Wainwright
Tik Tik: Welcome back, friends. Tournament of Pleasure in Anteronia now!

Hanioc: That’s right. Thanks to our sponsor at La Floraison Éternelle, we can do much more in this nexus point of the Divine. Speaking of the gods, one of their servants is our first competitor.

Tik Tik: Tik Tik no like Justiciar. Too many rules. Judicators stingy.

Hanioc: Yes, well, their dedication is excellent. It is impressive that one would agree to be a champion for the Tournament.

Tik Tik: And other champion is Feline Basma, but she have special power. Tik Tik want see, but can’t.

Hanioc: Allow me to aid you. Tik Tik, you shall now feel what the competitors feel, since your eyes may deceive you. Now, let us begin!

Standing in the middle of the hot afternoon sun is Judith Wainwright, Commander of the Judicators. Like the others of her holy order, she is covered head-to-toe in heavy garments that prevent all from lusting after her form. She keeps her eyes covered by a blindfold so that she may not be tempted herself. With a straight posture, she boasts, “I do not need to look at your perverse flesh to defeat you!”

Opposite her is Basma, a striped feline with wild colors and a wilder grin. Through those sharp teeth and wide eyes, the kitty gives off her manic look. “Ooh, don’t worry. You won’t see a thing!”

Hanioc announces the fight to commence, and Basma disappears—first her fur, and then her grinning face.

Judith thrusts forward, unleashing a sleeved blade. The feline yelps, but the edge connects with nothing. However, the Commander, and the kobold watching the battle, feel a slight scratch upon her wrist underneath the tightly bound outfit.

Judith stumbles forward, grabbing her wrist, patting along the unmarred jacket. She tears off her blindfold and inspects the outfit. It’s completely unharmed.

“How…?”

Suddenly, warm fur and soft breasts press up upon her back—erect nipples gracing Judith’s skin in delicate strokes. Arms wrap around her, going into a tight grip as the soft pads of paws squeeze at the seemingly unbound flesh of the Commander.

Judith gasps, staring down. Her jacket is still on. The bounds on her breasts still covering her. “I… Impossibaaah…!”

A pinch or two at the Commander’s nipples send sparks through her body. She arches her back. Her mouth opens wide.

“You know,” comes a voice that oozes the visible grin behind it, “it’s hard to have fun when you keep yourself so stuffy. When you hide who you truly are, yet you so desperately want it.”

“F… fuck you… you pervert!” Judith hisses, only to feel some fingers press against her body. The phantom fingers slide down her form, over her navel, and down between her legs.

“Y… you won’t break my… my spirit!” the captain says between gritted teeth.

“Not trying to do that,” Basma says, placing a kiss at Judith’s neck. The fabric tickles where the lips also press, causing the unaware Commander to let out a little gasp.

“Seems to me that hiding more than just your body,” the feline says. “Maybe, there’s a time and place for sex, after all…”

“N… not in the public’s eye,” the Commander growls. Still, a moment later, she feels fingers swirling around between her legs and playing with the gentle field down there.

“Oh, Commander, for someone who doesn’t want to be lewd, you sure enjoy giving yourself a treatment. That’s a nice triangular patch you have there. Trimmed up, and, oh my, is that a wax job!?

“Aaaah, N… not in front of my men!” the Commander squirms, reaching to try to hit where she thinks the cat is, only to catch nothing but air.

“Come on… what do you really have to hide?” Basma says, a rough feline tongue against the tightly covered neck, running wet warmth up along the neck and over the chin. “Surely, you don’t want to avoid something like this.”

Two fingers press against Judith’s lips. The commander gasps. Her legs spread, her body seizes up when those fuzzy padded things press inside and wriggle around, spreading her out, enjoying the warmth, feeling the fluid pooling up against her undergarments.

Judith whines, closing her eyes, her blush growing ever-deeper. “Y… you bastard…” she huffs. “You’re… you’re embarrassing me.”

“Oh, am I, now?” purrs the feline. “Perhaps, you should have thought about that when you embarrass and humiliate people daily who are just trying to live their lives and have fun?”

The feline’s thumb presses just so gently against Judith’s button, letting her cough out in a feeling of forced exhalation. But something switches in the Commander. She throws her elbow back, and this time, it connects with the naked catgirl.

Basma yowls and stumbles back, reappearing before everyone and flipping about. Her grin does not disappear, but she brings her fingers up to her lips, licking off the juices she claimed from the Commander. “Mmm… can’t wait to have more!”

“You’ll have none of that!” The Commander growls. “I’ll see to it that you are punished for your lewd and distasteful actions!”

Basma releases her claws and smirks. “Oh, you wanna really go? Well, then, once I’m through with you, you’ll be really screaming!”

Tik Tik: T… That was… Tik Tik never knew someone could reach through clothes!

Hanioc: Basma is quite the magical being indeed, but Judith must be commended for her fortitude. A lesser woman would be putty in the feline’s hands.

Tik Tik: But now they know each other strong. How will fight end?

Hanioc: This one could get quite ugly, or one could get the upper hand quite handily. This will be quite the one to watch, to be sure!

Judith Wainwright’s thick lips turn up in a confident smile, aimed directly at her newly-revealed feline opponent. “So, Basma, you may have the perverse ability to grope at people through their clothing, but it doesn’t make you immune to attacks.”

Basma’s wide grin only grows, her tail flicking back and forth. “Oh, you liked it. Don’t deny it. What was it you said…? ‘Not in front of my men?’ Maybe I’ll take you somewhere more private in this fight, and we can really have fun?”

“You’ll have to get close to me again. Good luck with that, though. I can smell your stench from here.”

“Well, if I can’t surprise you, I might as well get in close to ya!” Basma says this, her claws extending. She pounces, but Judith claps her hands together in a show of submission—not to the catgirl, but to her god.

Claws tear down towards her chest, but Judith’s arm catches the attack, or instead, it is the brilliant armor that appears on her arm that does the capturing. With another gauntleted hand, Judith throws a punch at the feline’s tits.

Basma stumbles back, holding her chest. “H-hey,” she groans. “This isn’t fun at all!”

“This is a contest of skill and strength, of sexual fortitude and one’s ability to control themselves. We are not some villains, seeking to ruin the fun that degenerates like you enjoy having. But we know that there is a time and a place for everything, and for your unwarranted advances, I will make you pay!”

“Yeah, well, thanks for using unnecessary force, ya creep!” Basma says, her smile returning. “But fine, if you want to punish me, you’ll need to catch me!”

With that, she disappears, save for the tell-tale smile of hers. She runs towards the announcers’ booth, hopping up on it and then jumping through the courtyard wall.

Tik Tik ducks out of the way of the fleeing catfolk, only to yeep when Judith springs off of the table and over the wall entirely.

“Whoa! Where Judith get skill like that!?”

Hanioc’s faces turn towards the outside. “It appears as if the god of justice has bestowed upon her incredible strength. Indeed, she is a divine champion.

The streets of Anteronia can be quite the maze for those who do not know how to navigate them. But, to a kitty cat always up to pranks and sexcapades, it is a playground, especially when she can just run through the buildings.

Through various businesses and homes, the feline grabs an item or two. A sex toy here, a tool there—only whatever she can to think of a good counter for the up-tight woman when she exits one building to arrive at an intersection, only to slam straight into the gleaming and spectral armor worn over the judicator’s heavy coat.

“Adding theft upon your crimes of groping, are you? That’s a shameful display for someone who’s supposed to be a champion.”

“Nah, I’m just borrowing, see? I’m giving it all back!” With that, she tosses her collected equipment at the judicator’s face.

Judith stumbles back. Basma hops to her feet, rushing away from the judicator, but not even the floppy fake dong smacking her face could deter the might of justice. In her hand flashes a spectral paddle. She swings it with a mighty blow, spanking the retreating feline right on the ass just as she was about to jump into the wall.

The shock of the spank disrupts Basma’s intangibility. She returns to a fully visible state; only, she’s stuck halfway between the wall, her lower half sticking out on the street and her upper body in a steamy sauna. Men sit in there, staring at her with surprise and discomfort. She chuckles and shrugs. “Uh, sup fella-aeeep!”

Judith slaps the cat’s butt, having put a sticker upon it, which the sigil of Justiciar She folds her arms and stands beside the stuck challenger, calling out. “See this butt here? This is the ass of a thief and a degenerate. Let the punishment for her actions fit the crime! Observe, as she faces humiliation and just punishment!”

Basma’s ears twitch. Three men loom over her. “So, uh, guys, do you hear som…a Aaah! Aah fuck!”

Judith sits on her knees upon the ground, her fingers covered in her spectral armor trace up and down the feline’s swollen pussy. “You’re an animal, tied to your base animal feelings. If you’re going to act like one, then you’re going to be treated like one. The only way to relieve your kind of your base urges is to feed the addiction.” She presses two fingers inside of her.

Basma’s toes curl, and her tail lifts up. Her back arches, and she rolls her eyes back. “Oh,... Oh fuck, C… commander Wainwirght… you’re… you’re a beast! Aaah!”

The twin fingers pump faster, going in deeper and keeping up a constant pace. “No, Basma, you’re the beast. Just like every other beast in this Tournament, I shall vanquish you, and I shall sate those desires so that you may become a productive member of society.”

Inside the bathhouse, Basma squirms back and forth, grabbing her head and huffing and crying. “Oh w-wow, her fingers… there’s amazing… I … I didn’t know I woke up such a… such a sl… aaah!

With a loud cry that echoes out into the streets, the feline cries out and spills out until she slumps into a limp, exhausted lump in the wall. Judith stands up, wiping her fingers off on Basma’s butt.

It is then that Tik Tik scampers over towards the situation. A couple other judicators arrive, saluting her. “Commander Wainwright, Sir! What shall we do with this cat?”

“Leave her here for now, until she’s had her fill,” Judith says. “And keep someone posted to make sure she receives her just desserts. I need to shower to get the stench of sex off of me” She begins to walk off but stops. “Oh, and

Tik Tik… don’t think that just because you’re a herald that we’ve forgotten about your crimes against decency. In fact, I will find a way to get you, and everyone tied to this affair tried and punished.”

Part 1
What an exciting time it has been for the adventurous kobold! After all of her dimensional travelings doing work for the Tournament of Pleasure, she finally had a chance to take a break and enjoy a different sort of competition: Sexy Kart Racing. Her time in the Shady Lewd Kart Grand Prix proved to be quite the experience, meeting new friends and learning even more about the multiverse. Alas, all things must come to an end, and Tik Tik needs to get herself ready to return home.

The kobold sighs, patting the kart that Mr. Shades, the Tournament Organizer, had given her. "Bye Bye, kart." Tik Tik says. "Tik Tik no can take back home. Maybe some day again, Tik Tik race with you and meet new friends."

While Tik Tik is thinking of all the fun times she had on the race track, performing drifts and flinging panties at other cuties, Silvie, the garage owner, comes in, smelling and glistening of motor oil, which stains her mostly-uncovered upper body. She rubs some of the stuff off of a greasy rag, but it does little to clean her. Not that Silvie doesn't enjoy covering herself in fluids from time to time.

"Shucks, Tik," the mechanic says. "It ain't like yer dying or nothin'. You just got in the game. S'long as people play it, you'll be around."

Tik Tik just nods at that. Silvie's discussions of games were strange at first, but Tik Tik soon realized it was a quirk of this world or the mechanic. "Tik Tik know. But still, Tik Tik have go back to stories. Can't stay here, or Tournament of Pleasure will never finish!"

Silvie tosses the rag away, leaning over the spoiler of one of her machines. "Tell me more about this Tournament of yers. Something with a name like that has got to be fun."

"Oh, it sex-fight content," Tik Tik chirps. "So many out there in multiverse come together and see who win."

"Sure sounds excitin', 'specially the sex part. I reckon I'd have a good time at it, seeing as how I'm one of the lewdest here at Shady Lewd Kart..'sides, its only natural to want to join in a fighting game after a racing game."

"Maybe," Tik Tik says, but she reaches into her pocket and produces a white crystal rod. "But, Tik Tik no have choice of Champions. Tik Tik have listen to Stick of Champions. Tik Tik have no control."

"Man, that sucks. If I were in charge, I'd pick all the cuties myself and shove that Stick up where the sun don't shine. Bet it'd feel pretty good if you ask me."

Tik Tik examines the rod with a renewed interest but then puts it back into her pocket. That's when the warmth hits her. She yanks the Stick back out, pointing it towards Silvie.

It glows.

Tik Tik hops up on the kart, her tail flapping over the vehicle. "Look, look! Silvie is Champion! Silvie can compete."

"Well, now, of course, I can. Seems that magic vibrator of yers is smarter'n it looks! I'd floor whatever competition there is, 'specially if'n we focus on the 'sex' part."

Tik Tik grabs onto Silvie's hand and holds up the Stick. "Alrighty! Then, we go where Stick take us. Take us next challenger!"

"Oh, I am so ready to get my hands on a cute fighter gal. Oooh, or maybe a guy who knows how to treat a lady right in bed? That'd be wonderful!"

The light of the Stick envelopes the two women, and they flash out into the sea of brightness, only to reappear precisely where they left off.

Tik Tik blinks and shakes the Stick.

"What's the matter?" Silvie asks. "Yer magic dick not keepin' it up?"

"Tik Tik no understand," the kobold says. "Stick always work. Maybe because we here in your world?"

While the two engineers mull over the artifact, a great rumbling shakes the garage, knocking both to the ground on their shapely rears. Soon, the great trembling ceases as a powerful and beautiful entity makes itself known.

"Oh, shit. That's some supernatural sexiness going on there. I can't see it straight, whatever it is!"

"It Hanioc!" Tik Tik says, climbing back to her feet. "Hanioc, Stick no work!"

The angel soon appears in full in front of Tik Tik and the Champion, shaking its head. "No, Tik Tik. The Stick is not broken, but this is a development that I did not expect. It appears this Tournament has become much bigger than I originally anticipated."

"How small were you expecting a sexfight tournament throughout the multiverse? A teenie little thing with just eight people or something?" Silvie says, trying to focus on one of Hanioc's many alluring assets.

"Not necessarily," Hanioc says. "There was no indication in the original plans that said that a Herald for the Tournament could also compete."

Tik Tik scratches her chin with the Stick of Champions, stops, and drops not only the artifact but also her jaw. "W... wait! You say... you say Tik Tik Champion!"

"That's correct," says Hanioc, unfurling wings and pointing a notion towards the mechanic. "And she is your first opponent."

"Well, now," Silvie says, hands on her hips. "Ain't that interestin'. Looks like you and I got a bit of a battle to do. So, how do we go about doing this thing?"

"The rules of the engagement come from the skills of the two involved."

Tik Tik looks to Silvie.

Silvie looks towards Tik Tik.

"Silvie... you Thinking what Tik Tik think?"

"Oh, yeah, I am!"

The two women hop into their cars and turn on the ignition.

"Let's go! Shady Lewd Kart race!"

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Hanioc: Welcome, all viewers to the Tournament of Pleasure. This time, I do not have Tik Tik with me to comment on the upcoming battle.

Detour: No, that, ugh, honor is bestowed upon me.

Hanioc: You are a strange one. Your very existence owes itself to a competition of lewd racing, and yet, you find the act of sexual competition distasteful? We are both beings made to oversee these competitions, yet we cannot be more different.Detour: I don't have anything against the gameplay or the story, I just think that calling Silvie a "Champion of Pleasure" will go to her head. Even for a hentai game character, she's a pervert.

Hanioc: Indeed, and Tik Tik is decidedly experimental herself. Their joint interests led to this intriguing new development. 'Battle Mode,' Silvie calls it.

Detour: Oh, she's just excited to have a unique mode to play in. That's all. The two are in karts, and they'll have to pop each others' cherry bubbles. Winner sets up the next round.

Hanioc: Indeed. Now, let the battle commence.

The two women start their engines on either side of the workshop-turned-arena, and they're off. The two women speed along the makeshift tracks, powersliding to pick up boosts. Both women hit the right part of the road, and the roulette spins, and the two get their weapons. For Tik Tik, it is a Panty Peelout. For Silvie, it is a Spank Paddle.

Tik Tik slides her car around, angling to get Silvie behind her. If she can drop her panties at the right spot, she can cause the woman to slip.

But Silvie has been at this game much longer than Tik Tik, and she knows just how to abuse the engine. As Tik Tik drops her payload, the mechanic switches her angle, boosting past the kobold's drop, and performs a mighty swing of her Spank Paddle, popping the kobold's cherry-colored bubble.

Tik Tik spins out, crashing into a nearby wall in cartoonish fashion. Shaking the stars out of her eyes, she finds herself covered in shadow. Looking up, she sees the busty form of Silvie smiling down at her, patting her paddle.

"Looks like I got you good, huh? Now, then, I get to decide our position, and boy, do I have something hot in mind for you!"

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The naked pink kobold stares up at the ceiling, spread out with her arms and legs tied to the bed of the car lift. She is suspended up in the air, just high enough for Silvie to get under her.

When Silvie approaches, the mechanic laughs, placing a toolbox down beside her with a loud "clang." "Alright, then. Yer biography says you're into all kinds of experiments, Tik. Guess that means you wouldn't mind indulging another engineer." She flips open the lid and pulls out a two-handed device, something like a Frankenstein's cross between a gun, a piston, and a dildo. "Now, viewers, don't try this at home. I'm a trained perv-fessional."

She grabs her professor's glasses and slides them over her eyes and gives the piston a quick test, squeezing the trigger.

With the roar of its motor, the dildo fires off. Over the din, Silvie exclaims, "This bad boy's got more RPM than an otaku getting his first slice of action! Now, then, relax, cause you won't be standing right after this one, I guarantee."

"Tik Tik handle!" the kobold says, craning her neck to admire the device, tail wagging through the hole of the lift.

Silvie whistles when she places the device squarely in front of Tik Tik, letting the tip slide inside the kobold's already moist slit. "Lubed up and ready to go. There ain't no way I ain't winning this match. You'll be knocked out from sheer pleasure. I tell ya, I can't even handle this bad boy on my best day."

With that, she squeezes the trigger.

The kobold squeaks and gasps and squirms. Her body rocks to the sheer force of the piston inside her. It pounds away at her, bulging at her stomach. The spell that she cast on herself protected her from any damage, but it did nothing to remove any pleasure. She feels every inch of that fake cock shoot up into her, quite the mechanics' marvel.

But Tik Tik isn't in this sexfight to just be Silvie's guinea pig. No, she has plans of her own--sneaky kobold plans.

Her fingers may appear to be twitching in sheer delight, and her tail may seem to be wagging in pleasure and surprise, but no, all of these are deliberate magical movements.

"Why, you're quite a squealer, ain't ya?" Silvie says. "I sure hope you're also a squirter as well. Come on. You can't hold out on me for too much long-aah!?"

The mechanic gasps when two ghostly hands materialize from the ether, one of them grabbing between her legs, pressing at her pants to cop a feel at the prize inside. The other going up under her bikini top and giving her nipple a pinch.

Silvie pulls the trigger, gritting her teeth. "Oh, you sneaky little sneak!" she gasps, a soft blush forming on her cheeks' edges. "Think you got me so easily? Well... wait until I go into maximum overdrive!"

With that, she turns a knob on her piston, and the thing just jackhammers into the kobold.

Tik Tik's cries of delight fill the air. The experimental kobold is loving every toe-curling moment of Silvie's device. Even as her magical hands falter, she keeps them going, groping and rubbing, twisting and pinching, stroking, and caressing.

Detour: You call this a sexy competition? They're torturing each other.

Hanioc: You should learn it is best not to kink shame, Detour. Both women are capable of the most depraved of things, but the two are just testing their limits. One of them, I feel, is about to face it.

Detour: Yeah, now that you mention it, but it looks like it can go either way.

Hanioc: Indeed, but the way it shall go is left up to the divines' vote.

Detour: Oh, you mean the readers, the backers, and the subscribers, right? They can get up to five votes, depending on the level of patronage that they're at. But tell me, isn't that a little opportunistic?

Hanioc: When opportunity knocks, the divines answer..