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Anteronia has the distinction of being one of the most cosmopolitan and advanced cities in the world. The peoples' love of aesthetics has pushed art and engineering beyond what most people could imagine. One of the many wonders is a grand hotel that stretches higher than most other structures in the city, kissing the sky in its splendor. And inside of this building is a sprawling lobby, designed to give respite to the weary and wealthy travelers. They seek the delights of the city. Today, however, it serves to host guests eager to watch an upcoming fight in the Tournament of Pleasure.

One of the tournament's combatants arrives, disguised in the unassuming outfit of a worker from a bakery. She wheels in a cake of excellent craftsmanship, obviously the make of a master.

Nearby, the other intended fighter retains their own air of mystery. A long, drab cloak conceals all features beneath the hood's darkness. A quizzical head tilt towards the bakery assistant tells of an unspoken connection between them: a destiny. Of conflict, perhaps? Or something more?

The bakery assistant pauses, catching the glance of that hooded figure. She bites her lip, knowing full well that this must be her opponent. But now, this unknown person has seen her in her private persona, putting her at a disadvantage. She tries to keep her head low, hoping to retain some form of anonymity. Her concerns change when the light fills the chamber, causing a stir among the guests and workers.

Amid the rabble of blinded city-dwellers now stands a small pink creature, holding the unmistakable artifact—the Stick of Champions. The kobold blinks, gasps, and wags her tail. “See, what did Tik TIk tell you. Pretty place, yes?"

Standing behind her is an esoteric and ethereal being. Through its masked visage, it speaks. “The pursuit of beauty in mortal construction is admirable but oh-so-temporary. It is a beautiful sadness, indeed. But, this may yet be a good location."

Bowing politely towards the new arrivals is a kind-looking but sharply-dressed woman, her flower-adorned hair a soft blend of mint and seafoam and her face bearing what seems to be magical scars. “Esteemed visitors", the lady greeted them, “my name is Iris Ivy and I welcome you to La Floraison Éternelle. Shall I assume that this is neutral ground you have chosen for all combatants of the tournament? You honor me, if so."

The angelic being glances throughout the lobby with its many masks, a silence permeating the air as it spreads its arms wide. “Very well. I shall consult with the divine to see if they wish to make this a Nexus for the Tournament. In commemoration of this, the divines wish for a place in Anteronia to be the site of the next battle. Have you a suggestion for an acceptable venue?"

“Perhaps the park", Iris replies, with a wink.

Tik Tik looks over her shoulder but doesn't catch to whom the wink was directed. “Okay, okay, let's go!"

The baker's assistant, however, notices and nods, slipping out of sight.

...the hooded figure also catches this, but stays silent.

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The Anteronian statuary park is resplendent with works of art from generations of Anteronians, making it a veritable love letter towards its visitors from the ancestors who carved these monuments of love. The announcer's station sits right in front of the Goddess Fountain. It is a piece showing a beautiful nude woman raising her hand up towards the sky. Water pours down her every contour and sunlight streaks across her stone skin.

Hanioc begins, “Our first challenger is here," he says, nodding towards the hooded figure.

“Yes, yes, very nice!" Tik Tik says. “Gathered from strange place outside Anteronia. Very mystery, but Tik Tik know can be fun. Her name Jaci. But speak of mystery, we have mystery announcer friend."

“That's right", says the third announcer, a raccoon figure slightly taller than Tik Tik. “Salutations, viewers of the Tournament of Pleasure, this is Martin 'Marty' Carter, here to help with today's commentary. Thanks for having me, Tik."

Tik Tik giggles. “No problem! But let's see other opponent."

“Most peculiar", Hanioc says, “that she hasn't arrived transformed.

“Maybe she's here for a flashy entrance?" Marty says.

Tik Tik frowns, “But Tik Tik didn't think she wanted show her real face. This is Purity, magical girl, and defender of Anteronia!"

The bakery assistant stands there facing the hooded figure, folding her arms over her chest.

“Brave of you to not take the opportunity to privately transform", Marty commends her. “You have my respect...and, I'm willing to bet, everyone's attention."

“Well, watch closely!" the bakery assistant replies, raising her hands up in front of her in the shape of a heart. She presses her fingers up against her chest and then raises them up into the air. A brilliant flash of pink fills the area around her. Her figure, barely visible through a sea of hearts, loses all clothing, with new pieces clinging to her body, bit by bit in a deliberate and magical transformation.

Whether or not the battle has actually begun, Jaci watches with rapt attention at the henshin, transfixed at this public display from beneath the cloak that hid her own true form...and reaction.

When Purity finishes, she's in her full magical girl outfit, complete with her heart-shield at the ready. Once done, she glances up with her heart-eyes towards the hooded figure before her. “I am Purity, guardian of chastity and all things virginal in this city. No one shall deflower another while I'm around!"

From beneath the cloak, Purity would hear her opponent scoff. “Quite the showy entrance, O Guardian of Chastity!" Jaci mock-complimented her. “Now… witness a true magical girl protect her identity as I show you POWER UNCHAINED!"

At those two words, magical chains emerge around and beneath the drab cloak, swirling around the self-proclaimed “true magical girl"; they wrap around her wrists and ankles, spreading her out. But, with Herculean strength, Jaci's arms and legs pull back as her cloak is obliterated to reveal a predominantly black ensemble; ankle-high boots, a short skirt, and a slightly frilled halter top.

Long black hair covers her right eye, which glows green. Her left bears a cross-shaped scar that mars her otherwise smooth skin. One more chain wraps around her waist, behind her back, and across her bust to lock in place while she combines what is left of her wrist bindings into a chain whip.

“I don't need a fancy title or introduction," she insists, her transformation complete. “All I need is my goal: to show you up and shut you up for all to see!"

“Heated right out of the gate," Marty quips with a cheeky grin, his green eyes--emerald on the left, glowing neon on the right--twinkle as he watches.

Tik Tik coos. “Two magical girls. Let's see what do!"

Purity holds her shield in front of her. “Sorry, bondage queen, but the only lesson anyone is learning here is that they shouldn't mess with someone on a mission. And my mission here is to win!" With that, she rushes forward.

Jaci whips her chain, connecting with Purity's shield. But, it doesn't fall back. The tip instead fuses with the heart shield. “You're one to talk, you oversized confection!" the rival magical girl shoots back before yanking at her whip.

Purity plants her feet against the stone tiles of the square, pulling against the force of the whip. Her arm screams at her, but she won't give up. “N… nice trick!" she grunts, her shoulder throbbing. “B… but I don't give my heart up so easily."

“I was counting on that!" the green-haired girl shouts back, using the leverage Purity supplied to lunge forward, the momentum now transferring to Jaci.

Purity takes the blow straight to the face, flying back, striking the side of the fountain, and bouncing up from the impact, splashing into the water with a dramatic explosion of water.

Purity tries to get herself back up, but Jaci leaps forward, tugging her chain again. This time, it detaches from Purity's shield, allowing the darker girl to latch onto a new target: Purity's top. Landing on the edge of the fountain, Jaci yanks hard.

With a loud and wet RIP, the chain breaks the top, exposing the drenched tits of the pink magical girl, heart-shaped nipples and all.

Purity retaliates, splashing water with her shield straight at Jaci, who tumbles out of the fountain.

“S-so, are cheap tricks all you've got!?" Jaci sputters.

Purity sloshes out of the water, pointing the tip of her shield at the downed magical girl. “Funny words, coming from someone playing dirty. What? You want to skip right past the fight? Sneak a peak maybe before I make you come?"

“Not until you beg for mercy!" Jaci kicks Purity back into the fountain, and dives at her. The sudden attack knocks Purity's shield out of the way, and Jaci leaves her chains behind in the quick exchange.

Under the shadow of the goddess statue, the two girls tug and struggle in their water wrestling. Mercilessly, neither seem interested in escalating the fight by holding each other underwater. Jaci does change things up, though, when she pins Purity between her knee and one arm, using her free hand to swiftly deliver a spanking.

“Such a naughty magical girl," Jaci chides her opponent. “Trying to flirt with her foe mid-fight. For the record, better women have tried and failed… so why don't you tell the public what you've got that I don't?"

“How about this!?" Purity shouts, her heart-eyes glowing. A field of pink surrounds the two, encasing them in a heart-shape cage that constricts around the two. “Can't spank when you can't move!"

“I can still do this!" she insists, sliding her hand past the one garment still protecting Purity's modesty, fingers pumping with purpose.

Purity's breasts, hands, and cheek pushes up against the cage, her face a red blush from the fingering. “W… we'll see… h-how long… yo.. You can reach…! H… how basic, do you think… I am? If… you… think this… w-will get me off?"

“Basic enough to want more." Three fingers shift to tease the walls of Purity's womanhood, her thumb and forefinger pinching and rubbing her clit. “Simple enough to rely on a bluff to beat me. And distractible enough for this to work!"

The hand pinning Purity in place has to fold downward to secure her grip. With the cage closing, nothing could move Jaci away from Purity's ribs, much less prevent her fingers from tickling those ribs.

Purity bursts in a fit of laughter, the attack breaking her concentration enough to burst the bubble around them, sending the two splashing back down into the fountain.

Now released from her advantageous position, Jaci grabs at what is left of Purity's clothes, tearing away.

Purity responds in kind, gripping to the black fabric and tearing away. But Jaci is more prepared than Purity. Beneath her top and skirt, she wears a strapless bra and low-riding throng. The chain loosely wrapped around her torso remains, a heart-shaped lock resting above her ample cleavage.

The exposure doesn't bother Jaci and she continues her session of ticklish torture. Purity has no chance with so much of her body exposed to the torturous touch, so she leans in, wrapping her arms around Jaci's partially-exposed body and dips her face in close, her lips pressing against Jaci's neck.

The intimate strike freezes Jaci. Her fingers pause and her eyes close. For the first time in this fight, she feels the electric rush between the two. When her arms finally listen to her mind, she does not continue her assault but pulls Purity in closer.

Feeling that intimate action, Purity looks to Jaci with half-lidded heart-eyes and gives the magical girl a slight smirk before leaning in, pressing lips to lips.

The pair stand in a public fountain, their clothes in shambles, their skin wet and shiny in the water, locked in both a hug and a kiss that is far more mutual than the heated battle might have implied.

Jaci's palms rub against Purity's back, her fingers tracing ribs and spine as her tongue at last delves into her opponent's mouth. Strictly speaking, the two of them are still fighting, and Jaci still intends to win.

She just needs to pull from her other arsenal.