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Hanioc: The Muddy Mistress is an excellent venue for a battle in the Tournament of Pleasure. After all, one of our combatants is a regular here.

Tik Tik: Tik Tik know Baze. She big and strong kobold. Scary when can be, but great lover. Much fun, indeed, hehe, but who is opponent.

Han: Ah, yes, the mysterious "Mistress" of the Muddy Mistress. Most people assume this establishment is nothing more than a place for bets on battles of mud wrestling. However, it is actually the home of an alien intelligence far beyond the comprehension of mortals. She doesn't even have a real form that your like can comprehend.

Tik: Then, how Baze fight? How Baze sexy time?

Han: With all that she has,.

Baze steps into the shallow pool of dark liquid. The kobold's naked and muscular frame stands tall. She scans over the seemingly empty backroom where the Mistress of the Muddy Mistress resides. "So," she says, cracking her knuckles, "it takes the gods to get VIP access. None of my fights were good enough, were they? Figures. Well, if you got such bad taste, 'Mistress,' I'm gonna look forward to giving you a beating. So, show yourself, miss mysterious."

A laugh echoes throughout the room, and in the shallow, starry pool, various forms emerge. The shapes of naked bodies, heaving and crying out in silent moans surround Baze. The kobold holds her ground, though she does tremble at the sight.

"Kobolds are such bothersome creatures," a voice rose out of the mire, and the writhing, naked forms of dark star matter rise up, with one supported by the fawning shapes of the others. It might have once been a mature woman, but now it is just another silhouette. "My servant was supposed to feed one of your kind to me, but instead, she became a part of my collection as well. I shall have you, and any of these other foolish 'Champions,' so that all of you will have eternal pleasure within my being!"

"Well, now. Here I was expecting a good, exciting battle, but it looks like I'm dealing with a monster I need to put down for the good of everyone!" Baze cracks her neck. "Eldritch abomination or not, I'm gonna beat you! I'm gonna have fun, either way."

The shadow figure opens its mouth wide, letting droplets of ooze fall to the pool. Hands grab the kobold's ankles, and the Mistress rushes forward, unshackled by the supporting figures, who all sit back and watch.

Baze twists, swinging her tail at the figure. The thick appendage cuts through the Mistress's form, and it breaks apart, splashing uselessly against Baze's body. "Come on, you wanna make me wet, you gotta be a little less literal."

The kobold then grabs at the wrists, tearing them apart with sheer strength. Baze turns to rush back out of the pool, but a coil of dark liquid whips out, wrapping around her neck and throwing her down into the pool.

She splashes down deep, feeling the liquid envelop her. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to close her nose, her mouth, everything, but the Mistress finds a way to seep inside of her, seeing her sex, sinking inside, brushing in and out of her.

Baze gasps and the liquid fills inside of her, going into her throat, into her mind, her soul.

Tik Tik watches with a frown. "Baze have no chance against scary thing like this! How this fair fight?"

"The gods believe that she has what it takes. She is a monster hunter, after all. What is an unknowable force, but a stronger monster?"

Baze cannot breathe, but this isn't new to her. She recalls the many times she's been like this before and remembers friends lost to the corruptive power of evil. Baze cannot die, not in a tournament setting. She flexes. She plants her feet against the ground, and she pushes, she screams, she roars, lifting herself out of the mire that clings to her body. The starry muck breaks apart with flecks of slime shooting out of her throat, a roar escaping her throat. Baze's claws break free, the mud snapping away from her, and she digs into the stuff at her chest, ripping it apart and stepping free from it and onto the platform outside of the Mistress.

The kobold collapses onto the platform, coughing up more of the stuff. The slime coats Baze's lower body, but she is still free from its influence.

That's when the stuff is still inside her coalesces into something long, hard, full, and thrust forward. She gasps at that, scratching at the floor, gritting her teeth.

Behind her, the Mistress reforms into that humanoid shape. "So, you were able to escape? How cute. But don't think I'm done playing with you. This is a sexfight, after all. You'll be begging to become a part of me once I make you come more than any mortal should."

Baze's eyes burn with a determination, and she stumbles up, her legs wobbling, even as the slime inside her buzzes and thrusts in there. "N... no... I won't... I won't give in... to you!"

The feminine figure in the pit giggles. "Well, then, you'll be much more fun than I thought. It's only a matter of time. I can taste your desire, and I so desire to have you be a part of me.

Baze stops, then she smirks, and she runs, leaping off into the pool once more, crashing into the figure, getting herself coated in the muck once more.

"W... what she doing!?" Tik Tik gasps. "She just got out of there!"

"Hm... an intriguing proposition, it seems," responds Hanioc. "We'll have to see where this goes, as she could have doomed herself, or found a way to win."

"W... what? What Baze do?"

"The Mistress is a composite being of all she has absorbed. She is the domination of mind and body into the soul of the slime. But, if a stronger will can take control of the rest... then that will should come out the victor."

"Or... or she could be lost!" Tik Tik whines.

"That," Hanioc agrees, "is also a possibility."