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With a sparkling pop, I was dropped off by the Stick of Champions into a pile of smelly cloth. I clawed my way out to get a breath out of it, only to find myself in a small bedroom. Parchments lined the walls, each of them showing off fantastic colors and illustrations, all of them seem to be of master quality. Statues of figures sit upon a drawer, depicting figures posing with cute faces and exaggerated characteristics. Whoever lived here must have some taste for the sexy, indeed.

It wouldn't take long for me to discover the owner of this room, either, as a loud snore caught my attention. There, lying in bed in the room, was a young man, sprawled out and dressed in only undergarments with pictures of sandwiches on and other bun-based foods on them. How can someone so sloppy and sleepy be one of the Champions of the Tournament of Pleasure? I crawled up from the bed to see what I could find, getting up to his knees. “Hi hi?" I asked, reaching a claw out and poking at his thigh.

The young man snorted and kicked, hopping up to sit up. When he saw me, he blinked, rubbed his eye, and yawned. “Aw, man… what the hell's this about? I don't got time for this shit."

“I'm Tik Tik!" I chirped. “I came from far away because Stick of Champions says you join Tournament of Pleasure… it's for sex fight!"

He rubbed his eyes and scratched at his chest. “Wha… alright, hold up…" He slipped off his bed and scrambled around some of the discarded clothes, soon putting on a pair of blue pants, a shirt, and a jacket. He tied on his brightly-colored shoes and stood up. “Alright. Well, this better be good, interrupting my power nap. You say your name is… Tick-Tock"

“Tik Tik!" I yipped, standing on his mattress. “What your name?"

“What, the game devs have me greeting everyone? Shouldn't you already know my name? Dang. Listen, it's Sam. Programmers. You'd better tell your NPCs to remember that." He then scratched the back of his head, pondering over me. “So, what you like, a quest giver or something?"

I nodded. “Yup Yep! Tik Tik give quest. Your quest is come with Tik Tik and see opponent for sexy fight."

“A fight, huh? Here I thought this was an RPG, but this is more like a fighting game. Got it! It could be fun. I got some sick moves to show off! Downtown Smackdown, here we come!"

I giggled at that and lifted my hand up in the air. The Stick of Champions lit our way to our next destination.

Sam and I landed in a pastel wonderland of smells, scents, sights, and sounds. Immediately upon seeing the case of treats, I knew exactly where I was. I squealed and pressed my forehead up against the glass. “Baker's Bakery! Tik Tik get to see friend Baker again!"

Sam sauntered over and looked to one of the signs, showing off my wonderful baker friend in all of his chocolate-body glory. It was a body I had helped him create back when he was just a mannequin. “So, it says here this is his masterpiece. Damn, that looks delicious. How much do you think it'll cost to have a taste of this 'chocolate femboy'? Or is it another quest option?"

“Oh, darling, if you're here for the reason that I think you're here for, then the price of admission is free."

The familiar voice of the beautiful Baker filled me with joy. I practically tackled him, wrapping my arms around his legs and nuzzling against his thigh. Baker patted my head, smiling over towards Sam. “Well, well, looks like you brought a hungry one, haven't you, Tik Tik?"

“Hungry and ready to do sexy fight contest against someone. But Tik Tik no know who he face. Stick of Champion should say, but doesn't."

Sam just stared at Baker, his jaw dropped. He rushed forward, his rubber shoes squeaking as he brakes against the tiled floor. “Holy shit, are you… are you really made of chocolate? I thought this was like… a promotion or something."

Baker breathes a gentle laugh through his nose and lifts a dainty hand up towards Sam. “I'm charmed by your appreciation of my work, darling. Please, give yourself a taste."

Sam takes Baker's hand in his and leans in, placing a big, sloppy kiss upon it. He pulls back, smacking his lips. “Holy shit, that's… that's amazing, and you're the one I'm going against?"

I giggled. “Baker is baker, not fighter, silly," I responded, nuzzling my dear friend's leg.

“Oh, but it would seem that our friend Sam here is correct, darling," Baker said.

I frowned. “What? But Tik Tik's stick didn't say you would fight, Baker."

“It's not a 'fight,' dear, it's a 'sexfight.' There's enough of a difference that my set of skills can allow me to do well in such a thing. When the herald showed up last week, she gave me plenty of time to prepare a select body just for the occasion. Plus, Lady Aldevan, rest her soul, gave me some programming in performance combat as well. She had spared no expense on me, after all."

“Alright, referencing your programming is a little meta for my taste. If you got a good AI, though, this is gonna be lit!" Sam says, stepping one foot to the other and jabbing the air. “So, it's you and me, mano y mano, huh?" He stops. “But, you can move to different bodies… will your other one be as cute as this one?"

Baker flutters his visible eye towards Sam. “Oh, sweetie, it wouldn't be a real sexy sex fight if I didn't make my battle body as beautiful as I could. But don't expect it to be a soft treat to sink your teeth into. It's going to be a hard match."

“Well," Sam says, shrugging. “I already know a few things that are going to be hard during it."

Baker giggled at that, waving him off “oh, you…"

Meanwhile, I was left in between them, wondering just what Baker meant by “the herald." After all… I'm the herald… aren't I?

Hanioc: We are here at the Arena of Anteronia, the largest stadium of organized physical competition in this world, where the next match of the Tournament of Pleasure is to begin.

Tik: …

H: What's the matter?

T: Who picked Baker? There another herald?

H: You are the only herald I have been chosen to oversee.

T: That no answer Tik Tik's question

H: there will be more time for that later, Tik Tik. For now, we must introduce the two combatants. Here comes your champion now.

Spotlights dance across the arena with a crowd that buzzes with excitement. Soon, the lights converge to the entry hall, where Sam runs out, hands up in the air, dressed in his jacket and casual wear. He slides under the ropes and emerges into the encircled stage, bouncing from one foot to the next and jabbing the air. “Gotta wait for the opponent to show up, then I make my cool speech," he mutters to himself. Still, because of the magic of the tournament, everyone watching can hear his words.

On the other side, the lights converge once more, turning to a floral pink. Soon, they focus on a figure in pink robes, dressed in shorts, tight-laced boots, and pink boxing gloves. Baker's skin is a hard chocolate shell, yet still appears slight and dainty. His hair is short and spiky but even frosted with the sprinkles and other sweets, as was his usual look.

Tik Tik gasps. “B… Baker…?"

On the other side of the arena, lights open up to reveal another, an elven woman with green hair and burning orange eyes that Tik Tik had seen before. She smirks when her eyes meet Tik Tik, and Tik Tik's mind returns to the strange cult chamber where Luza and Liza had faced off against Galenna. “You!" she gasps.

By the time she realizes who the other herald is, Baker already made his way into the ring. He slides his robes off of his shoulders, showing off a smooth, yet sculpted form. “Do you want a taste of this, sweetie?" he asks, fluttering his eyes towards Sam.

“Aw man," Sam says, licking his lips. “This will be a piece of cake!" He points towards the baker boxer. “You forget your yeast? 'Cause you're gonna fall flat!"

Baker tilts his head.

Sam continues, shouting over towards Baker. “I'm the icing on the cake, boyee! You're gonna get creamed. I'll grab a slice!"

“Now, hold on there, darling," Baker says, bopping his gloves together. “You can't use up all your puns right away, else there won't be anything fun left for you to say while I'm beating you like uncooperative dough."

Sam scratches his chin. “Huh, yeah, I guess that's a good point. Gotta time these things, right. Go for a big combo move, and then WHAM taunt! Now, let's see how I can exploit that AI of yours."

“We'll see about that. Now, I'm usually a maker, not a breaker, but I'm not going to hold back darling."

The bell rings, and Baker rushes in, throwing a few jabs towards Sam. Sam weaves and dodges, eyes wide, shocked. “Whoa, dude! You really got some skills there! Didn't think the first round of this thing would make me try!"

“Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet, sweetie!" Baker says, feinting and then giving off a jab that connects on Sam's cheek.

The otherworldly fighter stumbles to the side, grabbing onto the rope and rubbing his cheek. “Damn, you pack a punch."

“Thanks, I call that one the jawbreaker!"

“Oh, man, that's good…" Sam whispers, but he spits and grabs his jacket, throwing it off with all the coolness that he can muster. “But let's get going, I got more skills to show!" He rushes forward now, pulling back his fist and letting out a loud, protagonist yell before throwing it forward, striking the Baker square in the stomach.

Baker lifts off the ground, his eyes wide, candy spittle flying out of his mouth from the strike. “Hecks yeah, take that!" Sam shouts, but Baker's shocked expression turns into a smirk when the chocolate fighter grabs Sam by the wrist. Baker lands on his boots and swings Swam around, throwing him up against the rope, which stretches to a wild proportion before sending him flying back towards the confectionery champion.

Baker winds his arm, rotating it multiple times before letting it go to a spinning whirlwind of free potential energy. Once Sam flies back towards him, Baker connects against Sam's chest, sending him flying into the turnbuckle.

Tik Tik covers her eyes, burying her face against the booth. “Tik Tik can't watch.".

“The two are in no danger here, Tik Tik. Sam is surprisingly resilient. The laws of this universe seem to dictate that he'll be fine. As for Baker, his body is temporary. Another one is waiting for him when this one breaks down."

Tik Tik peeks one eye out from between her fingers, watching as Baker steps up towards Sam. The chef pats his stomach, which shows off cracks roughly in the shape of a fist. “Oh, my, you almost got through my outer coating, darling. That's quite a feat, as I worked really hard to make this treat of a body impregnable." With one more pat, part of the shell breaks off and clatters to the floor where the groggy Sam lay. The man sniffs the hunk of chocolate just in front of his nose. He opens his mouth, rolls out his tongue and collects it.

Suddenly, Sam's eyes shoot open, and he leaps back up, headbutting Baker by the chin and sending the boxing baked goods stumbling back.

“Holy shit!" Sam shouts, tears pouring over his cheeks. “That's the… that's the best chocolate I've ever had in my entire life! You're… this body is delicious!"

Baker rubs his chin, licking a busted lip where chocolate sauce oozes out. “Well, thank you very much… but if you want more of a taste, you'll still have to beat me."

“Done, and done!" Sam says, clenching his fists, his eyes burning with a fierce determination. “Your ass is mine!"