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The journey to Karate Island is not a difficult one for Sandy. After all, the fact that it’s really Condo Island means that the people buying up time shares here must have a means to get to and from. When the bus drops Sandy off, she’s dressed and ready for a fight in her yellow jumpsuit and specialized combat bowl.

Karate Tower seems so empty with none of the other masters there, and Sandy has no trouble making it up to the top floor where Master Udon awaits.

Her opponent sits on the floor, his legs crossed, his fingers in a meditative position. But as soon as the squirrel steps through, he speaks. “It takes one who is truly invested in the martial arts to challenge someone in the rite of delight,” he says. “Most masters would shun and shame you for even knowing about it. How do you believe it was safe to ask this of me?”

“Shucks,” Sandy says, stepping up to the middle of the arena, rolling her shoulders. “It weren’t nothin’ to realize a guy like you has the same level of freak as I do, making an excuse to include karate into yer business ‘n all.”

“An astute observation,” the older man says, standing up, putting his hands hidden in his sleeves. “But I would expect nothing less from someone willing to give me another attempt at defeating you.”

“Well, ah don’t know about that,” says Sandy, hands on her hips, pushing out her chest. “After all—ah’m fairly certain ah can wrangle you up just as well as I did the last time.”

“Last time, you sent me falling into the gooey sea,” says Master Udon, tilting his head forward, his brows casting shadows over his eyes. “This time, you will submit to me, both in mind and in body.”

“You ready to do this thing?” Sandy asks, spreading her legs and lifting her arms, ready for a chopping stance.

“I just need to prepare my body,” says Master Udon. And with that, he tenses up, his aura glowing with power. “Allow me to unlock my chakras,” he groans, and suddenly, he explodes out of his robes, leaving him in his undergarments. His muscles expand, veins bulding along his arms and legs and neck. His chest shows off its impressive six-pack, and his pectorals pump up, becoming an indomitable wall. Most impressively, even his eyebrows flex, his prodigious strength suffusing through every fiber of his being.

“So, we’re doin’ that, are we?” asks Sandy, flexing her muscles. There goes another jumpsuit as it shreds into atoms; the only things left on her are her swimsuit and bowl, but as she expands to a muscled goddess, the top barely covers anything. Every single muscle of her body sings with its release—a scientist’s form is something she must concentrate on to not scare away all her newfound friends. Sometimes, she shows off what she’s capable of with a single arm. Here on Condo Island, she can let loose; from the tip of her fingers to the fluff of her tail, she flexes, showing off the mountain of a woman she actually is.

“I’ve been focusing my mind and body,” Master Udon says, relaxing his flexing. Unlike the last time they faced one another, he does not revert and instead maintains his massive size. “I’ve pushed myself beyond and allowed myself to be at full power for a fight.”

“Well then, this one’s gonna be good,” says Sandy, rolling her neck and returning to her stance, powered up by all her muscles.

“Indeed. And by the rite of delight, whoever gains the physical advantage has full reign on the other’s body.”

Sandy’s eyes travel down over that impressive display of manliness before her, lingering between his legs at the bulge at Master Udon’s undergarment. “And ah’m lookin’ forward to it!” the squirrel says.

“Then, let us begin!” shouts Master Udon, rushing forward, his impressive leg muscles making him easily cross the room. He throws a thrust at her, but Sandy crosses over her chest, tanking the hit. The pressure sends shock waves through the room, shattering the windows and letting the sea breeze hit the two of them.

Sandy whips her tail around, striking at Master Udon’s side. The old fish grunts as he’s hit and sent stumbling to his side. Sandy spins back around in the other direction, a chop going straight toward his neck, but Master Udon raises his arm, blocking the strike. But she throws so much power into that strike that it still sends him back a few feet.

“Impressive. You’ve been improving as well, young master,” says the fish.

“It’s why I challenged you.” Sandy steps slowly around him. “There ain’t no one else out there that can give me a good fight.”

“Luckily for you, I won’t be so easily defeated as I was before!” He rushes her again, feinting a thrust, but then hopping to the side and going for a punch. Sandy misreads that, and she’s struck, clutching her side and growling.

“OOoh, yer gonna pay for that, Udon!” Sandy says, raising her knee and leaping right at him. The hit strikes him dead-on in the stomach, lifting him up, making his eyes bulge out, a nd sending spit flying freely from his mouth and onto her face. When he lands, he falls to his knees, gripping his stomach, coughing, breathing in gasping moans. “S… Such power… I… can I actually keep up?”

“Dunno,” says Sandy, curling her fingers toward her, “But if’n you don’t want to be my pole, you better stand up and get back into the fight!” she says this, in the back of her mind relishing the idea of taking this man and using him. Perhaps this will happen sooner than she expected… and would that be a disappointment?