Hanioc: You may find this next fighter to be very interesting indeed, Tik Tik.
Tik Tik: Ooh, a kobold! Ooh, a kobold mage, Ooooh, a kobold mage who likes books!? Someone get Tik Tik over there right now! Want make new friend right away!
H: Settle down, Tik Tik. Izon is a mage, but she is also a champion in the Tournament of Pleasure. We have to see how she does against her opponent, without your interference.
T: Aw, Okie Dokie. Well, Chance is another Feline. Not big and scary. Small and seem not sure why he here.
H: Sometimes, the most powerful of champions come from those willing to follow orders. Chance has done so to the point of losing his sentience at one point. He got better, and now, he is here, more powerful than he even realizes.
T: That’s good, but might mean he have trick up his sleeve.
H: Perhaps, but we can only watch and find out…


Izon clings to her book, looking to the feline male dressed in the clattering leathers of a guard’s armor. Chance grips onto his polearm, gulping, his eyes wide, glowing as they stare at the kobold. They and two announcers are the only ones in this old and dusty library, though they can feel the eyes of thousands upon them.
“I know we must fight,” Izon says, “But we need not resort to violence.”
“W… we don’t?” Chance says, raising his spear, hunching his shoulders. “Y-you just stay back, you… you sorceress!”
“Mage, actually…” Izon’s voice trails. She runs her fingers along her cheek. “Perhaps, we should… make this competition more friendly, yes?”
Chance lowers his weapon. “W… what do you have in mind.”
“W… well, I mean… I really don’t know… I mean, what are we supposed to do here? Make each other reach climax…? Knock each other out? The rules are painfully vague.”
“Look, I don’t’ know about you, b-but I’m freaked out by all this magic and, well-
THUMP!
Tik Tik hops onto the table, cupping her hands over her mouth “Just fuck, already!”
Hanioc’s many faces frown.
Chance takes in a deep breath at that. “Well, I mean, might as well, r-right…” He drops his weapon and sheds his outfit, one piece at a time, showing off his calico fur to her.
“Fascinating,” Izon says, leaning in closer as pants fall down below his waist. While Chance looks away at his shame, Izon appreciates the view. “Very fascinating. Aren’t calicos all female?”
Chance growls. His tail puffs up. “H-hey, I’m a man--a real man.  Y-you want to see?”
Izon hums at that. “Hm… why, yes, I do suppose that is something we should determine. If you’re man, perhaps, man enough, as it were.” She looks over her shoulder, over towards Tik Tik. “Am I doing this right?”
Tik Tik nods. “Go ahead. Show off magic. Show off sexy body. Tik Tik cheering you on!”
“Hey!” Chance snaps. “Show some restraint, will ya, and let me do my thing. You shouldn’t be taking sides, here!”
“Go on, do your thing,” Tik Tik says, wiggling her fingers.
“Yes, please,” Izon says, placing her book aside, holding her hands out, and showing off her body. “Show me your thing.”
Chance marches up towards her, and Izon takes a deep breath, stepping forward and cupping a hand up underneath his package. “I suppose this is quite fascinating,” she admits, fingers stroking along the underside, perhaps with a bit too much pressure.
Chance winces. “H-hey, careful. I-I’m sensitive.”
“Is this a reproductive organ or a weapon?” Izon says, holding his dick up, frowning just gently. “I really don’t know what I’m looking at here, with these spines. How does Tik Tik find pleasure in such things?
“Tik Tik has magic,” Tik Tik shouts.
Hanioc spreads its angelic wings, and a celestial band wraps around the pink kobold’s mouth.
“Ah, yes, magic. A protective charm, perhaps,” she says, her finger glowing. She traces the tip between her thighs. “And for you, something to increase sensitivity. Usually, this is used for detection spells, but what if it heightened your sense of touch?” She slides her finger up along the underside of the length. Then, she swirls it around the head and over those barbs.
Chance growls, his hands hovering just over Izon’s head. “G… gah, I… the breeze, f… fuck girl…”
“Ah, yes, I suppose we should get to that, then…” Izon says. She waves her hand, and a few of the older books pile up beside her. She leans forward, pressing her hands against the makeshift bench and lifts her tail. “I suppose this is how its done, though I don’t foresee you needing to do too much for you to reach your end.”
“My end.” Chance says, puffing out his chest. “I… I’ll show you!” he steps forward, grabbing the kobold by the tail. “I may not look like it, but I got experience fucking kobolds. My old boss got a real taste for cat dick when he was ousted, let me tell you!”
“Oh, please, tell me!” she says, her tail wriggling under his grasp. “I would really like to know the proper way cats and kobolds can mate.”
“Well, you’re about to find out!” With that, he pushes in.


H: This has got to be one of the most straightforward contests I’ve seen here. Though, I must admit, her use of magic has been quite experimental. Here, let me get that muzzle off of  you
T: *gasp* Tik Tik remember be like that. Tik Tik used to mix all silly spells together to see what would be most fun. Tik Tik really need to do that again.
H: Well, the number of chances she has to experiment depends on how well she does. After all, Chance does not seem like a pushover.
T: Chance need give chance but can do a lot with chance. Well, let’s see who win!”
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Chance’s barbed cat penis pushes itself deep inside of the kobold’s slit. Chance’s grunts come out more like needy growls as he wraps his arms around the kobold, pulling Izon in and filling her up with his taller, thicker pole.
Izon’s eyes widen for a moment, as the sensation is quite fascinating, indeed. She surmised that the cat’s barbs would have been quite unpleasant if it weren’t for her magic. 
“S… so much,” she says, gripping onto the cat’s arms. “So much is just so fascinating. A whole new world of magic opens up to me, only from some simple applications.”
Chance, meanwhile, picks her up, pulling her up against his chest, bouncing her smaller body against his lithe frame and his thick member. “A… ah… ho… how can… how can… nnnngh!”
He can’t get the words out. Obviously, the sensitivity that Izon granted him is driving him wild. Every minor quiver of her body--every little catch of his flesh on her inside--magnifies a thousandfold for him, granting him minutes of sexual activity in seconds. That is why his lowering of her over his body goes so slowly. After all, if he were to go so fast, he would lose almost immediately.
Izon, of course, has enough faculty to realize if he had gone in raw, she would be utterly destroyed. This is a note to make for future encounters, should she make it far in this Tournament of Pleasure.
While the two go about it in their slow, deliberate motions, Tik Tik watches with tail flapping against her chair. “Look, look! She discover good combo. They hardly look like they do anything, but…”
“But, the intensity of their lovemaking is potent, indeed,” Hanioc says. “Yes, many magics in your mortal realm could be used for erotic purposes. However, If a wizard is to get further in this tournament, they would need to make it to levels of understanding in eroarcana the likes of which your world hasn’t seen in a long, long time.
“Izon seem like good colleague. Tik Tik want study with her.”
“If she makes it through the ranks, you may not have the chance. She’ll be quite busy.”
A gasp erupts from the fighters, and Chance falls to his knees, tightening his grip around Izon’s tummy. “Nnn… I… Izon…” he grunts, his whole body tensing up.
The kobold squirms in his grasp, rocking her hips, stimulating him. “Is that all you have, Chance?” She asks. “If so, I suppose I’ve gathered enough of my data for this encounter.”
“N… no… I can’t… I can’t just… lose from… from…. Oh, fuck!”
The cat huddles over the kobold, squeezing her and gritting his teeth. In mid-sentence, cum slips out from his head, shooting up into her. Izon lets out little squeals of surprise, feeling the fluid fill her up. But soon, his cock pops free from her, shooting off more streams onto the floor in front of them. Her slit oozes with his jizz, even as he continues to fire off. The cat lets out pathetic groans, unable to control himself until his balance finally gives out. He collapses right on top of her.
For a moment, there is silence while the downed participants lay silent upon the stained ground. But, then, there came a stirring. The feline’s form shifted a bit, raising up with a dazed look upon his eyes.
“Oh, my,” Tik Tik gasps. “Did… did he… win?”
And with a second magical blast, Chance is knocked back, groaning and sprawled on the ground. Izon climbs up to her feet, takes a deep breath, and flutters her eyes over towards the commentators. “I suppose since he is incapacitated, I have won?”
“Indeed!” Hanioc says. “Let it be known that Izon is the winner of this battle, and will advance in the winner’s bracket, while Chance will be knocked down to the lower bracket.”
Tik Tik hops from her seat and skips over towards Izon. Bouncing on her toes, the pink kobold just gushes in her native tongue. “Wow, Izon. You were so smart to use such simple spells on him. I probably would have tried to do something a bit more flashy and directly stimulating to him. I never would have imagined something so basic could win the day in the Tournament of Pleasure.”
Izon scratches her cheek, looking downward. “Ah, well, it wasn’t really that amazing. Just a bit of cleverness, I suppose.”
“No, no!” Tik Tik says, clasping Izon’s hands. “You’re amazing. I want to trade notes with you sometime. Maybe even try out some spells together,” she says, fluttering her eyes, a little growl coming out of her throat.
“Tik Tik, we must be off,” the angel says. “Perhaps, you two will have more of a chance together soon. As for Chance…” The angel raises a hand.
The cat’s eyes shoot open. Chance hops up, eyes darting about. “I… what…? Aw… I lost? I didn’t even get a chance to go all out…. But perhaps that is a good thing…” he says, clutching his chest. T… to much transformative magic flowing inside of me.”
“Oh, really?” Both kobolds say, turning towards him again. “Do tell, do tell!
“Well, uh… did I ever tell anyone here about that spring in the Wildlands…?”
Tik Tik spins around. “Hanioc, please. Let Tik Tik study!”
The angel shakes many metaphorical heads but finally says. “Very well, Tik Tik. The Stick of Champions will direct you to the next Champion. I shall meet you there.”
And so, two kobolds and a cat are left to perform all sorts of other fun experiments, at least for the time being.