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Tik Tik sits in her darkened suite at La Floresian Eternalle, the Nexus of the Tournament of Pleasure. The only light that illuminates the room is her glowing artifact: the Stick of Champions. In one hand, the kobold floats the magical item, and in the other, she scribbles her notes, deconstructing the thing's nature.

When the light brightens, Tik Tik stuffs the artifact away and hops to attention.

Floating before her is the angelic being, Hanioc. Their inscrutable form makes the kobold squint her eyes, but she has come to be used to their presence, one way or another.

"Is it time already?" she asks.

"The hour of the winner's bracket finals is upon us. The one to prevail shall face their final opponent in the grand finals, for the glory of the divine."

"And what exactly will this glory get them?" the wizard asks. "It's never been quite clear."

The many faces of the angel frown in unison. "You have always been a part of this grand undertaking of yours simply for the thrill of discovery. Are you not satisfied with everything you've come to learn?"

Tik Tik flicks her wrist, bringing her cloak to her with a spell. Pulling the hood over her head, she says, "I'd much rather have not had an existential crisis while I was here, learning that not everyone is a friend and that there are some beings out there, even paragons of good, that are terrible."

"The balance of the cosmos is a delicate thing, Tik Tik. That is something you would do well to learn."

"Yeah, I got it. Let's just go."

"Very well." The angel opens their wings, and the whole of the room dissolves into light.

Tik Tik opens her eyes, finding herself back home in the caverns of the Dragon's Heir Kobold tribe. Sitting upon a hoard of gold is Tikana, the kobold queen. Though a friend of the wizard since childhood, the queen finds herself in a dire predicament. Standing beside her is the reason for Tik Tik's plight, the demon-cursed elf Elicia.

Typically quite smug with herself, the elf and other herald of the Tournament develops a dour expression when she sees Tik Tik. "Not only did you ruin my plans for Anteronia with your meddling, little kobold, but you couldn't even descend into madness properly." She places a hand upon the crown of the kobold queen, pulling the half-dragon's head in towards her thigh. "Even as I make your precious queen my breeding bitch, that isn't enough to break you. Your resilience is legendary."

"I don't care what Tikana does with her free time. I'm no longer doing research for the Dragon's Heir tribe. I'm my own kobold whose study is for myself."

Elicia smirks at that. "Now, doesn't that sound familiar? Where have I heard such sentiments before? Oh yes, here is the kobold I was thinking of."

Stepping into the chamber is another bookish kobold. She is the second contender of the match--the scholar Izon.

"There's a lot of talk going on here," Izon says. "And none of it is about the Tournament itself. How pointless it all is. Can't we just get to the match?"

Elicia nods. "Very well. Tikana?"

The kobold queen slides off her coins and stands taller than the smaller kobold. "I'll show you how much the future mother of the greatest being can please another! I am the leader of the Dragon's Heir--the perfection bred through generations of nobility!"

"More like a eugenics experiment with too big of a head on her shoulders," Izon responds, her clothing disappearing around her.

Magic bursts out from around Izon, and Tikana blocks the pressure with her wings and arms, growling. "Fool... I am more of a dragon than you shall ever be!"

Izon traces arcane symbols into the air. Her eyes snap to the kobold queen as her fingers move through precise motions made through memorization and multiple recitations. "Your power is not your own, and you are no dragon... You are a sex slave."

Elicia giggles.

Tikana roars, flapping her mighty wings and flying towards the kobold. "You'll see, you little brat!"

Izon closes her eyes, pinching her fingers together. A latticework of magic appears before her, which Tikana flies right into. The net bends, absorbing the queen's momentum.

Gritting her teeth, Tikana flaps her wings and attempts to push through, but she slows down against the pull of the magic.

When Izon opens her eyes, the two Champions are nose-to-nose, with Tikana desperately clawing at the barrier to get at the wizard.

"I wonder," Izon begins, lifting a finger. "Would you give your nest mate Tik Tik the same kind of look if you had to face her here and now? Is this what you've become? A desperate whore seeking to continue the chain of selective breeding, no matter the source? Retaining power because you are pressured by the dead... how utterly pathetic."

With a curl of her finger, the net around Tikana closes, binding her, wrenching her arms and legs behind her body, leaving her wriggling on the ground in magical bondage.

"Your desire is to have the most blessed child of power, is it? Perhaps you should be looking in a different direction than the demonic?" Getting down on her knees, Izon strokes her hand down along the bound kobold's underbelly, dragging claws downward to her pubic mound and then gently back up. She closes her eyes and, with muttering under her breath, traces a design, a sigil, over Tikana's scales. "You'll find no such donor here."

Immediately, Tikana howls in heat and want. The burning desire that comes from the markings welling up inside her makes her scream in desperate need.

Izon's finger flicks and swirls over the pelvic part of Tikana's scales, humming a tune. Though she is deep in her work, she takes pride and happiness from what she does.