The two combatants walked up to either side of the arena.
"In this corner, Celadon city grass type gym leader who rocks that sexy kimono like it's nobody's business, Erika!" Erika walked into the area, waving peacefully to the crowd.
"And in this corner, female villain that controls much different kinds of plants for much, much worse reasons (and unfortunately led to flower fetishes everywhere), Poison Ivy!" Poison Ivy let herself be pulled into the arena by a row of vines as she blew kisses to the crowd.
"Alright ladies, just a refresher on the rules: the name of the game is making your opponent cum, preferably hard, by any means necessary. Weapons may be used, but only if they can be used for pleasure. Same goes for special abilities. Light combat is allowed in order to make the opponent submit, but with the exception of a combat/pain fetish, no intense battling is allowed. The winner advances to the next round, the loser is disqualified, and the loser spends one night as the winner's sex slave."
The two girls nodded, Erika smiling sweetly while Poison Ivy flicked her tongue between two fingers, winking at Erika.
"If the combatants are set," There was a pause, during which Erika bowed graciously and Poison Ivy just smirked, "Begin!"
Immediately Erika was ensnared in vines that shot up from beneath her. They ripped the kimono and anything else Erika was wearing off her body, lashing at her large tits and round ass to make them bounce.
"And Erika is not only stripped, but completely trapped!"
Erika moaned at each and every strike, moaning louder when the vines forced their way into her; three in her pussy, four in her ass, and five in her throat to gag her. Poison Ivy watched Erika writhe in pleasure and pain, getting a thrill from it.
Then, all at once, it stopped.
Erika reached up, touching a spot on each vine and making them all lock up. Poison Ivy couldn't move her vines to stop Erika, who was now rushing her, and any new ones she summoned met the same fate as the first.
Erika grabbed a hold of Poison Ivy, grinning. "I know quite a few things about how plants work my dear," her grin turned wicked, and I know even more about girls. There's a reason I've only got women in my gym you know~"
Poison Ivy proceeded to melt in Erika's grip, moaning at her every touch, every word, every kiss. Poison Ivy just didn't understand how Erika managed to find every weak or sensitive spot she had. She could stop moaning, couldn't stop the climax that built up from the feeling of Erika's fingers pumping into her soaked pussy...
"And Poison Ivy has reached climax! Erika is the victor!"
Erika didn't stop for a few more minutes, making Poison Ivy cum again in half the time. Poison Ivy was starting to be glad she lost.
"Looks like sometimes fighting fire with fire really isn't a great idea, especially when that fire has magic fingers. Next up is Temari vs Lyra. Will the fan wielder blow away the harp player? Or will the anthropologist bring down the shinobi? Find out in the next round of Yuri Tournament!"