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Two Anteronian men sit at a park bench. One of them reads a newspaper, while the other sits back, enjoying a drink from the local cafe.

“Can you believe how intense the loser's bracket of the Tournament of Pleasure is?" the newspaper reader says, flipping through a page. “There's just so many sexy combatants out there, desperately making their way up the ranks to get a shot at redemption. It's unreal."

The coffee drinker shrugs. “Eh, I'm not really following all of that stuff. There's just way too many things going on in the world nowadays. I mean, haven't you heard what the Trodgefrey Twins discovered across the pond? I'd say that's much more important to the grand scheme of things than some silly old competition set up by the churches, don't you think?"

“Wait… what did they discover?"

“Well, you see, they… wait… what's that?"

The two of them are enveloped in shadow. The two men look up to see a large gator lady standing directly in their sunlight, her hands on her hips and a predator's grin upon her maw. “Why, hello there, boys," she begins. “Would either of you know where I can find the Pleasure Pit? Apparently, my next match is there, and I want to scope the locale out before I have my upcoming match."

The newspaperman stares at the curvaceous crocodile with mouth agape, his hands trembling. His speaking partner takes a sip of his drink and points. “Over there, miss. Just a few blocks down the road. Can't miss it."

“Thank you kindly, you two," Ashlynn says, giving the two a wink.

The two of them watch as she leaves, their hearts racing. But once she's out of sight, the newspaperman coughs and says. “So, what was it you were saying?

“Ah, right, the famous explorers. They—"

“Ahem."

The men look up once more. This time, the woman standing before them is a dragon with two heads perched upon two long necks. The two men shrink back as they see their guest. Both of her heads stare down at either man with contempt..

“Tell me everything," she says.

When Ashlynn arrives at the Pleasure Pit, she finds the establishment relatively devoid of the spectacle and population she would expect from a Tournament venue. The façade of a tavern gives way to an indoor arena much smaller than the venues she had been fighting in previously. She strokes her chin as she steps inside, calling out for anyone who would listen.

A click behind her tells her that the door is locked. The wrestler whirls around, only to find a dragoness with a matronly look about her standing in the doorway.

The woman smiles, giving the wrestling gal a polite bow. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Ashlynn. My name is Cithyth. I'm Draykan's manager."

“Manager, eh? I didn't actually bring mine here on account of the magic and divine intervention and all that. But if you wanna talk to 'em, I'll let ya know-how."

“No, that won't be necessary," Cithyth explains. “I'm here to talk to you about the opportunities that can arise from your cooperation with the Dragon Council.

“Now, that sounds a bit fancy, and this also sounds like somethin' of a shakedown," Ashlynn says, rolling her neck. “I've seen my fair share of strong-armin', but my arm's a bit stronger."

Cithyth giggles. “Oh, it's nothing like that. It's more like… we want you to do us a favor."

“Yeah, and what exactly is that?"

“You think you're going to be okay, Drayky?" Galenna asks. The elf sits next to the dragon, her arms floating up to reach his shoulders, giving him a massage.

“Of course he is," says Estrasa, former Queen of Transformation. Sitting across from her is Clarendala, the daughter of the goddess of fertility.

All of these women are together by Draykan, who takes deep breaths to prepare himself for his next match. “Don't you worry about me, ladies," he says, standing up, the possessed limbs following him. “This is going to be a fun match. It's been a while since I've had myself one of those!"

Galenna pouts, but she doesn't protest. Instead, she reconnects her arms, waving her Drayky off as he steps out of the hotel and towards his destiny.

Blinding lights and the cheers of the crowd fill Draykan's senses as he steps out into the Tournament arena. For this match, he is nude, as is his opponent. He looks over his shoulder, smirking as he sees his party filing out to sit on the sidelines for him, including his newest acquisition, Cithyth. He gives the girls a thumbs up and turns toward the wrestler. “You ready to get it on?" he says.

“Oh, honey," Ashlynn replies, standing up and cracking her knuckles. “I was born ready to wrassle!"

The two of them approach each other, standing face-to-face and ready, their scales almost touching.

“Hope you don't mind taking a pounding from two cocks at once!" Draykan says, flexing said muscles.

“Twice the dicks means twice the fun, darlin'. Don't you worry about me, none."

He smirks.

The bell rings, and the two grab hold of one another, muscles straining and bulging as they fight for supremacy in their match.

Ashlynn glances behind Draykan, seeing Cithyth standing there with a soft smile on her face. Smirking back, the croc lowers herself, hooking a leg around Draykan's and throwing him off balance.

With a thud, the mighty draconic warrior falls onto his back, making it the perfect opportunity for the gator gal to climb atop of him and prepare for her signature death roll!

Ashlynn lies atop Draykan. The wrestler gal gives her crocodile grin down to the dragon beneath her. “So, darling, you gonna transform into your full dragon form to take me on?"

Draykan chuckles. “I don't need to do that to take you on!" He says this while thrashing around underneath her, knocking the woman off her.

Ashlynn doesn't roll far and lunges at Draykan with her wrestler's speed. But Draykan slips away from her, getting back up to his feet.

“Oh no, you don't!" he says, going for an elbow drop at her.

Ashlynn rolls out of the way and stands up herself. “You're quick. Too quick to grapple just yet. Guess we gotta get a bit rougher before I can take you for a real ride!"