Kret vs Izon

Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry

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#166 of Tik Tik and the Tournament of Pleasure

In this match of the Tournament of Pleasure, it is Kret vs Izon!

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"Well, well, what a pathetic little creature we have here," says the Dark Mistress Kret. The kobold sneers upward towards the taller blue kobold. "You're honestly my next opponent? This world is cruel to women like us. If you haven't seen that before, allow me to show you."

Izon holds her book close to her breast, shuddering at the immense dark power erupting from her opponent. "I... I read about you... you're the Dark Queen, but... I didn't think she was a kobold!"

"I am no longer!" Kret says, her form growing, matching Izon's size and shapeliness. She strips off her cowl, revealing her green and purple scales. "Is this more to your liking? Or do you want me to demonstrate my true power?

Izon takes a deep breath, closing her eyes. "I don't think you can actually do that here and now."

"Eh, what's that?" Kret growls. "Allow me to show you the full might of the Tower of Darkness!"

Kret grows more scaled and both more beautiful and more horrible. Izon watches with wide eyes but flips through her book, planting a finger upon a page. With a quick word, she yips through the darkness of the arena.

"W... what is this?" Kret says. A pull of magic tingling throughout both of their bodies.

"You should have done your research!" Izon says, the darkness parting from around them both. The beautiful scene of the crystal lake all around them in the moonlit night contrasts the once so intimidating shadowy arena.

"What is this?"

"It's a place of good and pure magic, cleansed of all evil," Izon says."If you had realized that, you could have created a counterspell for its effects, as I have made one to amplify the good magic inherent in this place."

With a puff of smoke, Kret returns to her small kobold form. She covers herself up, growling at the other kobold. "Oh yeah, well, I suppose you're going to beat me with some of that good magic now, aren't you?"

"I don't think I will," Izon says. She steps forward and reaches out towards Kret.

Kret snaps at her, but Izon dodges and places a hand upon Kret's head. "I think that deep down, you just want to be cared for."

Kret growls. "Watch yourself, girl."

Izon's fingers curl, scratching at Kret's scales on the top of her head. "You need tender care, don't you, Kret?"

"D... don't call me that!" the sorceress demands.

Izon sits down in front of her, legs spread and scooting close to the kneeling kobold. She pulls Kret's head in close to hers, their noses pressing together. "Not everything has to be a battle of power, right?"

"D... Damn you... what do you know?" Kret whines. "I'll sic my knight upon you and have him deflower you-ah!"

Izon wraps her arms around Kret, hugging her close.

The sorceress stares dumbfounded as her hands betray her, wrapping her arms around the other kobold. "If I had my full magical capability, you'd be so dead right now!"

"It's not that kind of competition," Izon says, squeezing her. "I've been studying some sexual techniques, and I'd like to try more and see how powerful they can truly be, but... isn't it nice to just cuddle sometime?"

Kret scans over the area. There's no sign of that miserable pink wizard anywhere. That goody-two-shoes who thinks that friendship is some kind of magic is not here to give Kret that "I told you so" attitude, so Kret squeezes the kobold and says. "You're... right... it's not that kind of tournament. But... I can teach you so much," she says, a growl in her throat. "Don't you want to learn from a world-class prostitute, a sexual slave, and a queen of darkness? I can teach you so much if you just submit now and let me win."

"That's unbecoming of a kobold like you."

"Dragon!" the sorceress yips. "Don't you forget it!"

"I'm sure I could become a dragon, too," Izon says.

"Doubtful," Kret says. "I've gained this power through great sacrifice. But, if you somehow manage to surprise me, well... then, we should have a rematch," the sorceress responds, petting her back. "When we are at full power."

"Climb up the ranks, just like I am, and perhaps we both can."

Kret pulls her face back, looking at Izon with sadness in her eyes. "You poor naive fool. This world isn't so nice, and neither am I!" Her mouth opens wide, focusing on her scant remaining magic on making caustic saliva, guaranteed to burn through any scales.

Izon responds by giving more of those delightful scratches, and Kret slams her mouth shut without biting, letting out soft growls, tilting her head back, finding herself falling over.

Izon climbs atop her, hands playing over her soft underbelly, scratching and booping Kret with her nose.

Kret's eyes roll back, her arms loosening and rising over her head, her chest rising and falling as the stress of the world falls away from her. Fuck it if this kobold isn't good at what she does... what's a little bit of pleasure before she fights back and takes it all away from Izon?

Or, maybe, this is it? Perhaps she has lost, and this pleasure is her reward. Is that what this tournament is about?

Kret can live with that.

Just as she thinks that, a booming voice fills their minds, and the angel Hanioc declares, "Izon is the winner."

Kret leaps up, eyes wide, waving her arms. "Wait-wait-wait, I didn't give up! I'm still willing to go; I can, ah!"

Izon nuzzles noses again, hugging the kobold, knocking her back onto the stone floor of the sacred arena, and all her complaints disappear.