Hanioc: Let it not be said that the Tournament of Pleasure does not sponsor those who understand and enjoy sexual combat. Tik Tik: Tik Tik didn’t know there was a sexy wrestling league! And one in Anteronia, too? How did Tik Tik miss? H: This world and this universe are filled with so many things that you are not aware of and will never be aware of in your short time upon this mortal coil. T: Means that every day Tik Tik can learn something new and never get tired. H: Ha, ha, yes. Speaking of learning something new, it seems we have someone you know here, learning something new himself, but the match begins. Let’s watch it. Ashlyn enters into the ring by hopping over the turnbuckle. Her impressive frame lands onto the mat, shaking the arena. The crocodilian lizard woman’s smile is a trap of sharp, white, interlocking teeth. She dresses in her bright pink wrestler’s outfit, which binds around her body and shows off every curve that threatens to burst free from the tight fabric. On the other side is Prakabak, kobold and Dig Boss of the Dragon’s Heir. This loincloth clad kobold is stocky and muscular. Tik Tik brought him here, and he’ll do what he can to impress her, no matter how strong and muscular and intimidating his opponent is. “Don’t you worry, little guy,” Ashlynn drawls, winking. “I sure as shootin’ will make this defeat fun for you. I guarantee.” Prakibak gulps, stretching his neck and standing on his toes, but that isn’t enough to match her intimidating presence. The bell rings, and Ashlynn drops to her hands and feet, chest pressed against the quivering mat. She rushes forward, her harsh stomps and slaps shaking the unstable floor to knock the Dig Boss over. But Prakibak is a steady kobold. The uneasy tunnels of his cavern home require a certain sense of balance. What he isn’t prepared for, though, is for Ashlynn to pounce so high up! Her girthy frame covers the lights, overshadowing the little man and threatening to smother him entirely in her wake. However, he slinks off to the side, causing her to crash onto the mat. He knows he’s not going to get a lot of damage onto her in a straightforward wrestle. Instead, he scampers up over the turnbuckle, gauges the distance, and leaps off onto her. His elbow is ready to plunge right into her spine! But Ashlynn has been through so many matches already. She shifts onto her back, letting him elbow her in the chest. Sure, her tit will be sore after a direct hit like that, but she now embraces him in a bear-grip, smothering him against tits larger than his head. The crowd cheers around them, chanting the name of the move that they all know was coming. “Death Roll, Death Roll, Death Roll!” They erupt in cheers as she rolls over and over. She pins her weight onto the kobold, only to give Prakibak a bit of reprieve for a moment to crush him again. They travel over the mat, giving the different sections of the audience a great view of her overpowering him. But, she eventually relents, getting up on her knees and raising her hands to the crowd. Through the applause, Prakibak groans, his body throbbing in pre-bruising warmth. He presses his elbows to the mat, pushing himself up, only to see spread legs and thick thighs descend on him. His head slams back into the mat, his face buried between Ashlynn’s legs and his forehead against her stomach. Still smiling, she squeezes those thighs together. His eyes roll back, and he claws at her ass, but she doesn’t hold up. “Alright, little man,” Ashlynn says. “Why don’t you show me some of that famed kobold hospitality? Just imagine I’m a dragon, and you can put that mouth of yers to use.” Prakibak presses his tongue against Ashlynn’s costume, wettening the clothing with his saliva and tasting the arousal that had been pooling up between there. Ashlynn closes her eyes and nods. “Oh, yes, that’s right. You know how to treat a lady, even if you can’t beat her.” She grinds her hips against his face, keeping him pinned down to the ground. Soon, his clawing stops, and he holds onto her, keeping her against his mouth so that he can satisfy her with even more gusto. H: It looks like Prakibak can’t wrestle outside his weight class. I think we’re going to lose a kobold in this competition. T: Maybe, but Prakibak could surprise. He is hardy lover. He likes women on top. Tik Tik taught him that. H: So, Ashlynn may just be playing right into his trap, you think? T: It dangerous move. Ashlynn in control and can win at any time, but she want show off. She want make crowd happy. That give Prakibak time to outlast her. H: Fascinating. Well, then, we’re going to have to see what happens next, next time on the Tournament of Pleasure! ________________ Ashlynn, the big gator wrestler, has Prakibak, the prideful digboss kobold right where she wants him. With a big grin on her face, she looks down at him, grinding her hips against his maw. Meanwhile, he is pinned to the ground by her weight, his only means of getting through to her is to pleasure her sex through her bodysuit. He wriggles his tongue, trying to get to the edge, licking at her scales. “Not ready to give up, huh?” She asks. “Well, I wasn’t going to let anyone just get to me. But you make it too easy, little guy.” She reaches down, her hand disappearing underneath of his loincloth, wrapping around his unsheathed kobold cock. She presses the thumb against his head, rubbing at it. He coughs, shuddering underneath of her. “Look at you, already ready to be pleased. It’s like you wanted to lose. Is that it? Was all that bluster just to get a nice big gal like me to take over for ya and get you a free handie?” Prakibak can’t respond, because he’s too busy being crushed by so many pounds of crocodilian goodness. The only things that come out are whimpering groans that reach their way towards the commentators. Hanioc shakes his head and says, “The champion from the Dragon’s Heir tribe is wholly subservient when things come down to it. I do not foresee him getting very far. “Prakibak!” Tik Tik shouts out. “Don’t let her beat you! If… If you win, I’ll do whatever you like!” There’s a renewed struggle within the kobold, but Ashlynn smirks, locking her legs around his head. She leans back, grabbing one leg and getting him into a hold. She faces the commentators, pulling up Prakibak’s loincloth and showing off his length towards Tik Tik. “Sorry, hon, but your man is mine right now to do with as I please!” Ashlynn lowers her maw. The wrestler wraps that sharp-toothed mouth around his quivering length, taking the thing in with a quick gobbling, sliding her mouth down along his impressive kobold shaft. Her eyes turn away from Tik Tik to take in Prakibak the whole time. He’s been given enough of a chance to get his tongue in down below to taste at Ashlynn. The wrestler shudders. She tightens the hold on his head as she takes him in, sliding her tongue up and down along him, coating every inch she can before finally pulling free and climbing off of him. Prakibak is stunned. He blinks a moment before he realizes his situation and scrambles up, only to be grabbed and slammed chest down onto the ground. “Sorry, your ship has sailed,” Ashlynn says. “You fought above your weight and got beat. Now, time for the finishing move!” The wrestler sits upon his shoulders and grabs the kobold’s legs, pulling them up and under her arms. His cloth falls down, exposing himself once more. She bends forward, tongue hooking the length, pulling it into his mouth again. She’s bent over him, taking his cock, letting out loud and lewd hums as she gobbles him down, holding him like some weird crab. In this position, Prakibak’s face is freed, and he is unable to make it to Ashlynn. She so handily handles the humiliated kobold. All he can do is watch Tik Tik watching the whole thing, seeing her stare with an entranced look upon her face. His anger fades away, his eyes glaze over in the sense of lust and happiness, and soon, he erupts. Ashlynn does not let go of him as he shoots off into her maw. Instead, she pulls back with her lips wrapped around his length so that she can pull free with a loud “pop.” She lets go of him and stands up, her cheeks puffed and her hands up in the air. The crowd cheers at her victory. She tilts her head back, making a display of swallowing that big glob of cum before she opens her mouth, rolling out her tongue and laughing with a deep-chested boast. “It seems our winner is Ashlynn!” Hanioc says. “Prakibak hardly even stood chance,” Tik Tik says, sitting back, her hands hidden from view of the participants. “It almost as if he took this chance just to let her have way with him.” Ashlynn spins around, grabbing Prakibak by the arm and standing him up. She clamps her hands on his shoulders, massaging him and leaning over, her head just above his. “Now, now, don’t you worry. Prakibak here did a good job, considering what he was up against. He’s got a real caring heart, and I wouldn’t mind going another round with him. But, I have a feeling, he has other hopes.” She gives him a bump, thigh to thigh, letting him stumble toward the announcer’s booth. “Ah… Tik Tik…” He says, staring directly at the pink kobold. “Yes…?” He scowls, pushing out his chest, and then he gives it a quick thump. “Tik Tik. I won’t disappoint you. Next match I’m in, I’ll be sure to win, you get it!” Tik Tik slinks out from behind the podium and onto the arena, giving Prakibak a great big hug. “Oh, Tik Tik never disappointed in Prakibak. He really have great big place in Tik Tik heart!” “Aw, isn’t that sweet?” Ashlynn says, giving the two kobolds a great big hug and lifting the two of them up in the air. “Hey, everyone. Remember, this is a tournament of pleasure! We’re all here to have fun, and don’t you forget it! Now, how about we go hit some showers? Tomorrow, you and I can check out the gym, and I can show you some of my moves.” Prakibak once again is completely stuck in Ashlyn’s grasp. The kobold thrashes around, unable to escape the more massive wrestler’s grip. Once she finishes, he stops, blinks, and looks up to her. “Wait, you’d be willing to… to train me?” “Sure thing,” she says, giving him a wink. “You’re much too cute to let go. Besides, maybe I like it if a confident guy gets a chance to beat me once in a while.” Tik Tik squeals at that. “Tik Tik would love to see sometime!” “Well then, let’s just say it’s a date.” Ashlynn and her claimed kobolds exit the arena, leaving the angel to nod, smiling amongst a few of his many faces.