The two smol ladies stand on opposite sides of their intimate arena. Blair, the Dragon Mouse, bounces on her toes, untying the sash of her tabard of love. Izon, the kobold scholar, notes the last bits of her spell before gently putting her book aside. “I hear you learned how to turn into a dragon,” Blair says. “You even took down Draykan. Impressive, and you’ve spared him some further humiliation, having to take me on.”. “I feel confident enough to take on any draconic foe. The magic I’ve learned has allowed me to know their sexual weak points, the erogenous zones of their very souls.” “Is that so? Well, I’d love to see that!” Blair says, taking a few steps forward. “Fortunately for you,” Izon says. “You seem more mouse than a dragon.” “Oh, really, now?” Blair says, twirling around. In the middle of her motion, the mouse explodes in size, her armor magically growing to match her new scaled form. The dragoness stands tall and voluptuous over the kobold. Izon shrugs, performing the last flick of motion to finish the spell. She bursts in height, naked, draconic, and beautiful, and stands breast-to-breast with the former mouse. “Really.” “Not gonna lie… this is pretty hot,” Blair says. “But you can’t possibly overpower me. There’s a darkness in there, something you should look out for if you ever want to try to.” Izon leans in, giving the mouse a lick before she squats down, leaning back onto the ground, spreading her legs. “Who said anything about dominating you?” Blair’s eyes flash, and she climbs down, running her fingers along the scaled and shapely legs of her opponent. She lifts one up over her shoulder, sliding it so that her slit glides along the opposite thigh, licking at her maw as she brings their sexes together in a gentle kiss. Izon answers that kiss, grinding up against Blair, huffing and looking at her with lidded eyes. Blair nods, closing her own eyes, smelling the desire wafting up from her partner and opponent. She squeezes the leg against her tits, holding it tightly as she rocks up against Izon’s snatch. Together, they rock the dragon, the two grinding up against each other with speed and precision. Each of them seeks out the weaknesses in their defenses, letting their lips slip and kiss and slurp and slide, seeking the one moment where the one would find the weak point in the other. Blair rubs down along Izon’s thigh, panting and staring down at her. “Oh… do… don’t think, nngh, I’ll… fall for the same… thing as… Draykan…” she coos. “I wouldn’t, nngh, dare, Aaah! Try the same… exact trick!” Izon says. “Exact…?” Blair says. W… wait… what… what’s…” a throbbing hits her deep in her soul, her draconic nature rushing through her. SHe increases the pace of her rocking against the kobold, feeling her wings spread, her scales getting harder, her horns longer. She roars with a loud and bestial voice, filled with lust and surprise. Meanwhile, Izon’s eyes glow with draconic and erotic power. Her own form increases in the frightening visage that dragons tend to produce on their enemies. As the two build up their pleasure and the closeness to orgasm, so too, do they become more and more like the nearly-divine beasts. The arena is filled with the rolling forms of two mighty dragonesses, tumbling and wrestling as their senses leave them. They become nothing more than giants of primal desires! This jumble of a fight ends when the two scream out in unison. They reach their orgasm from the stimulation of each other and their new forms, unleashing a bright flash among the two of them. When the moment is over, Blair lays atop Izon, both returned to their natural states. But the mouse feebly tries to push herself up off of her opponent. Izon rolls over, knocking Blair to the side. The scholar huffs as she looks to the weakened warrior before her. “You know… a lot about… love…” She says. “But, I overloaded your senses… made you use your mouse half against you…” Izon caps this by licking the mouse’s cheek, fingers sliding down the soft fur and between her legs, curling up inside of her. Blair gasps, leaning against the kobold. “You fight against your power,” Izon whispers, letting her breath reach those twitching ears with stimulation from the whisper that sends shocks down her spine. “I’ve learned to harness and overload it. And now, both of us are much more sensitive. Quick… can you overcome me before it’s too late?” Blair places her hands upon Izon’s shoulders, rocking her hips, letting out pathetic little squeaking cries as her eyes flutter open, hazed in lust. “No, I didn’t think so,” Izon says, pulling her fingers away from the dripping, drooling mess that is Blair’s desire. “Learn to control yourself,” Izon says, pulling herself away, “and maybe then, you can proceed through the Tournament.” Blair whines and whimpers as the kobold stands up, wiping off some juices from her scales. “That is all.” Blair lays on the ground, raising her hips up, fingering herself wildly with both hands, biting her lips, her eyes rolling back. “Aaaah… n… aah.. .fu… fuck meee~!” she begs. “I’m sure you’ll find someone,” Izon says. “As for me, I’ve developed what I need and-” “P… pu-leeze!” Izon sighs, sliding down to the ground onto her knees. “Well,” she says. “I suppose that I could study a little bit longer the results of my sexual overload attack.” She licks at her maw and leans in. “Now, then, move those hands, and let’s get started…”