Two Anteronian men sit at a park bench. One of them reads a newspaper, while the other sits back, enjoying a drink from the local cafe.
“Can you believe how intense the loser’s bracket of the Tournament of Pleasure is?” the newspaper reader says, flipping through a page. “There’s just so many sexy combatants out there, desperately making their way up the ranks to get a shot at redemption. It’s unreal.”
The coffee drinker shrugs. “Eh, I’m not really following all of that stuff. There’s just way too many things going on in the world nowadays.  I mean, haven’t you heard what the Trodgefrey Twins discovered across the pond? I’d say that’s much more important to the grand scheme of things than some silly old competition set up by the churches, don’t you think?”
“Wait… what did they discover?”
“Well, you see, they… wait… what’s that?”
The two of them are enveloped in shadow. The two men look up to see a large gator lady standing directly in their sunlight, her hands on her hips and a predator’s grin upon her maw. “Why, hello there, boys,” she begins. “Would either of you know where I can find the Pleasure Pit? Apparently, my next match is there, and I want to scope the locale out before I have my upcoming match.”
The newspaperman stares at the curvaceous crocodile with mouth agape, his hands trembling. His speaking partner takes a sip of his drink and points. “Over there, miss. Just a few blocks down the road. Can’t miss it.”
“Thank you kindly, you two,” Ashlynn says, giving the two a wink. 
The two of them watch as she leaves, their hearts racing. But once she’s out of sight, the newspaperman coughs and says. “So, what was it you were saying?
“Ah, right, the famous explorers. They—”
“Ahem.”
The men look up once more. This time, the woman standing before them is a dragon with two heads perched upon two long necks. The two men shrink back as they see their guest. Both of her heads stare down at either man with contempt..
“Tell me everything,” she says.
When Ashlynn arrives at the Pleasure Pit, she finds the establishment relatively devoid of the spectacle and population she would expect from a Tournament venue. The façade of a tavern gives way to an indoor arena much smaller than the venues she had been fighting in previously. She strokes her chin as she steps inside, calling out for anyone who would listen.
A click behind her tells her that the door is locked. The wrestler whirls around, only to find a dragoness with a matronly look about her standing in the doorway.
The woman smiles, giving the wrestling gal a polite bow. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Ashlynn. My name is Cithyth. I’m Draykan’s manager.”
“Manager, eh? I didn’t actually bring mine here on account of the magic and divine intervention and all that. But if you wanna talk to ‘em, I’ll let ya know-how.”
“No, that won’t be necessary,” Cithyth explains. “I’m here to talk to you about the opportunities that can arise from your cooperation with the Dragon Council.
“Now, that sounds a bit fancy, and this also sounds like somethin’ of a shakedown,” Ashlynn says, rolling her neck. “I’ve seen my fair share of strong-armin’, but my arm’s a bit stronger.”
Cithyth giggles. “Oh, it’s nothing like that. It’s more like… we want you to do us a favor.”
“Yeah, and what exactly is that?”

“You think you’re going to be okay, Drayky?” Galenna asks. The elf sits next to the dragon, her arms floating up to reach his shoulders, giving him a massage.
“Of course he is,” says Estrasa, former Queen of Transformation. Sitting across from her is Clarendala, the daughter of the goddess of fertility.
All of these women are together by Draykan, who takes deep breaths to prepare himself for his next match. “Don’t you worry about me, ladies,” he says, standing up, the possessed limbs following him. “This is going to be a fun match. It’s been a while since I’ve had myself one of those!”
Galenna pouts, but she doesn’t protest. Instead, she reconnects her arms, waving her Drayky off as he steps out of the hotel and towards his destiny.
Blinding lights and the cheers of the crowd fill Draykan’s senses as he steps out into the Tournament arena. For this match, he is nude, as is his opponent. He looks over his shoulder, smirking as he sees his party filing out to sit on the sidelines for him, including his newest acquisition, Cithyth. He gives the girls a thumbs up and turns toward the wrestler. “You ready to get it on?” he says.
“Oh, honey,” Ashlynn replies, standing up and cracking her knuckles. “I was born ready to wrassle!”
The two of them approach each other, standing face-to-face and ready, their scales almost touching.
“Hope you don’t mind taking a pounding from two cocks at once!” Draykan says, flexing said muscles.
“Twice the dicks means twice the fun, darlin’.  Don’t you worry about me, none.”
He smirks.
The bell rings, and the two grab hold of one another, muscles straining and bulging as they fight for supremacy in their match.
Ashlynn glances behind Draykan, seeing Cithyth standing there with a soft smile on her face. Smirking back, the croc lowers herself, hooking a leg around Draykan’s and throwing him off balance.
With a thud, the mighty draconic warrior falls onto his back, making it the perfect opportunity for the gator gal to climb atop of him and prepare for her signature death roll!
Ashlynn lies atop Draykan. The wrestler gal gives her crocodile grin down to the dragon beneath her. “So, darling, you gonna transform into your full dragon form to take me on?”
Draykan chuckles. “I don’t need to do that to take you on!” He says this while thrashing around underneath her, knocking the woman off her.
Ashlynn doesn’t roll far and lunges at Draykan with her wrestler’s speed. But Draykan slips away from her, getting back up to his feet.
“Oh no, you don’t!” he says, going for an elbow drop at her.
Ashlynn rolls out of the way and stands up herself. “You’re quick. Too quick to grapple just yet. Guess we gotta get a bit rougher before I can take you for a real ride!”

Draykan hops up, smirking. “Don’t you mean when I ride you?”
“Cute, but no,” she replies, curling her fingers in a cute taunt.
Draykan rushes at her, and Ashlynn grabs him, lifting him up high into the air. “Oh, yer cute, but not too bright, huh?”
With a slam, the dragon hits the mat. The force of the suplex sends a gust of energy at the crowd on the nearest stands. There are cheers and boos as fans for either fighter get riled up for this match. They’ve seen many things during the Tournament, but this is a fight between two sexy fighters who are enjoying themselves and doing their best.
Sitting among the crowd is a pink kobold who smiles softly. This is the kind of Tournament she had signed up for when she began her quest.
Draykan groans, his head and shoulders throbbing from the impact, and once again, he finds himself ridden by the naked gator gal.
“Now that I’ve got your attention,” Ashlynn growls, “how about we get to the real fun?”
The pain that Dray feels throbs harder, making his shoulders heavy, his head woozy.
In the stands, the kobold stands up, her eyes widening. She can see the threads of magic, but they don’t come from the ring—they come from the outside, forming a trail that moves over towards Draykan’s entourage.
“You’re quite the big guy,” Ashlynn says, her hands resting on Draykan’s knees. He’s pinned down, his knees to his chest and Ashlynn hovering on top of his cocks. “Time for the final count. First to come is the loser. Standard sex-fight rules, of course.”
She plunges down into Draykan, throwing her head back and humming out in delight. “Oooh, that’s good. A big guy like you can really give a girl what she needs!”
Draykan grabs onto her butt, gritting his teeth. “I don’t know… what you did,” he hisses, “But you’re the one going to cum first, and then… and then I’m gonna fill you until you can’t feel your legs.”
“Big talk from an amateur wrestler,” Ashlynn says, giving him a wink. “I got all the endurance I need to beat you here, and now, ya hear?”

“It’s a simple favor, really,” Cithyth says, a smirk coming from her lips. “In your next match, what I want you to do to is—”
Ashlynn holds up a hand. “Oh no, you don’t. I’m not playing any games. I’m here to have fun and make a good show. If Draykan wants to stage this fight, he’s going to have to talk to me himself. That’s how things work in the ring.”
Cithyth giggles. “Oh, you misunderstand me. Let me let you in on a little secret. Draykan has been having a lot of losses recently, and that’s been affecting his mood. His match against Galenna left him… a bit on the dour side. I want you to make it fun for him. Give him a good challenge, but a fun time.”
“Shucks, I can do that, no problem.”

Ashlynn slams down, taking in both of Dray’s cocks, filling her up, sitting down, butt to butt with the dragon. “Mmm, yeah, those bad boys of yours are nice and snug up in me. You’re pinned from the outside and the inside now, dragon! Whatcha gonna do? How about just havin’ some fun?”
Draykan nods as the wrestler bounces on him, milking his cocks and dominating him physically. It doesn’t matter why exactly he can’t move. She must have done something—tricked him or outsmarted him, but whatever it was, at least he’s going out with a bang.
Draykan roars, kicking out of the way, making Ashlynn lose her balance, falling forward onto him. The dragon wraps his arms and legs around her and rolls, pinning her down against the ground himself, snorting hot breath onto her cheek.
“You think you’ve got me beat? Well, I’m not fighting for fun… I’m fighting to win!”
Ashlynn stares up at him, both in surprise and in the delight she feels. “N… no one’s beaten the Ashlynn Amazon before… how…?”
“Because no one is quite like me!’ Draykan roars, slamming down deep into her!
“Stop the match!”
A circle of light erupts from the floor, and crawling out of it is the pink kobold, Tik Tik. “This fight… it’s not real! Someone cheat!”
The two fighters stare up at the kobold standing there, her finger pointing over towards Draykan’s followers. Among them is the two-headed envoy of the Dragon Council. She flaps her wings and rises up, disappearing into the rafters.
“She cheated match. Get her!” Tik Tik shouts, scurrying off and letting the two alone to lie there.
“Uh… so like, I guess we’re done…?” Draykan says.
“S’pose it did kill the mood,” Ashlynn says with a huff. “But let’s not make this complicated, and let’s say you won this one.”
“What? Me? Why?”
“Honestly…?” Ashlynn says, slipping free from his dicks. Both of them feel the regret of the moment, but she continues, “Some of those people left over are a bit out of my weight class. Like that demon; she seems like bad news for a gal like me.”
“Oh, right, yeah….” Draykan says. “She is the next opponent, isn’t she?”
“Tell ya what. If I give ya the win, you gotta go an exhibition round with me. That way, we’re fighting on equal footing and not for different reasons.”
Draykan nods. “Yeah… you know what…? That sounds good!”