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Tik Tik: Welcome, Welcome to Tournament of Pleasure again again!

Hanioc: And we have an exciting fight today, indeed. The first challenger is a living construct known as Dolly. This life-size simulacrum of humanity is the pinnacle of creation for the society that crafted her.

T: And opposite of create is kill. She fight fight Yoko, sexy assassin.

H: Often, mortals use the divine gifts of sensuality against one another, taking life by using the tool which creates it. Yoko is one such practitioner. She uses her natural poison and dagger proficiency for quick kills but enjoys envenoming others with the power of her twin phalluses.

T: Sound scary, Hanioc.

H: Yes, well, some of our contenders are, Tik Tik. That is the nature of our competition. Now then, let's see the beginning of this dangerous fight unfold.

Armatures and mannequins line along enormous shelves in the shining light of the display. These nonliving spectators surround the arena created out of a fashion show floor. Dolly stands in the spotlight, dressed in a frilly pink dress, patterned with sparkling jewels. In one of her hands, she carries a massive hammer with a long shaft, perhaps too heavy for a normal man. Her face is articulate like any other human. But, it has the unmistakable uncanniness of something not quite alive.

At the edge of the light, something else shimmers--the tiny scales that make up the serpentine-blooded woman's skin. From the side leaps the naked form of Yoko, with two daggers drawn and dripping with poison. A satisfied smile slithers into a sensual sneer as her sneak attack stabs at the statuesque foe.

Dolly spins around, the daggers catching onto her dress, ripping the back. She swings her hammer, but the nude form dodges underneath of it and performs a sweeping kick, knocking the Doll down onto her back.

A moment later, Yoko pounces upon the Doll, plunging the dagger straight into the construct's chest.

A silence fills the silent chamber, but it's soon broken by a cold, mechanical chuckle. "Silly fool," Dolly says. "Do you think your poison is going to harm me? I don't have blood, after all."

Yoko shrugs. "Looks like it. But you also look entirely too overdressed for the occasion." She lifts the knife, which tears through the fabric, freeing the Doll's breasts. Despite the macabre hole piercing through her flesh, Dolly's breasts are pale and full and round.

Yoko stares down at them, sucking up some spit from the corner of her mouth. "Wow, those are lookin' nice. A girl who's tough to kill and has a killer body herself? That's something I could get behind, or take from behind, rather."

Yoko scoots up, her two dicks flopping down over the Doll's chest. "How about we see if you can survive my next technique?"

Dolly rolls her eyes. "Of course I can, I, ah!"

A drastic sneak attack comes from a quick slash. The sharp, envenomed knife slices clean through the Doll's throat and through her neck. Her head rolls back, a scowl of surprise upon her.

"Let's just say you're drop-dead gorgeous," Yoko says, giggling.

Dolly's eyes snap at the serpentine-blooded woman, her frown turning towards a grin. "Please, this is only a flesh wound. When you work in fashion, you need to be ready to shed a few pounds."

A glimmer reaches Yoko's eye, and the assassin grabs the Doll by her curly hair, lifting her up into the air.

"Well, isn't that amazing?" Yoko says, a snake's tongue slithering out and playing at the Doll's cheek. "Guess I'll make the best of this day, after all."

"What are you-? Glph!" The Doll's confusion turns to surprise as Yoko slides her mouth over one of her shafts. The assassin also takes the opportunity to push her other shaft between the exposed tits of the broken Doll.

Yoko titters, sliding her shafts over the Doll, letting Dolly see an upside-down angle of the titfuck she was going through. "If you, mmm, aren't going to, ah, die, then... you should have a wild, haha, time!" Yoko teases.

Underneath her, the body of Dolly responds with warmth. The dress-clad Doll's body shudders and then grabs onto the assassin's ass.

Yoko squeaks in surprise, but the prodigious strength of the Doll throws her off, sending her tumbling onto the ground.

Dolly's body stands up, looming over the assassin. Her head, however, still holds on around one of those cocks. The body rubs its neck and then sheds its ruined dress, showing off the lacy garter belt and bustier and stocking underneath. Though her body appears smooth, her joints are obvious and artificial.

"Oh, wow, you got some more fight in you!" Yoko says, pressing the head down over her shaft. "Well, what are you gonna do about it, hm? You're too busy giving me head to get ahead."

The doll body kneels down, fingers brushing up over the assassin's thighs. Yoko's smile spreads. "Well, well, this could be interesting, indeed."

H: Both combatants are resilient and flexible in different ways.

T: Yes, Tik Tik scared at first, but this could be fun!

H: Indeed. But give an assassin free rein to do as much damage as she can but still keep her victim functioning and happy? That should be a rush none of us can expect. We'll certainly have to see who actually comes out on top, and if they both can remain in one piece... more or less.