The two combatants walked up to either side of the arena.
"In this corner, leader of the Cerulean city gym, first traveler with Ash Ketchum as well as Red, the red head with the proven silver tongue, Misty!" Misty waved as she entered the arena, receiving both applause and boos.
"And in this corner, the super duper party pony, the pink disaster of Ponyville that is immune to the forth wall, Pinkamena Diane Pie, better known as, Pinkie Pie!" Pinkie fired herself out of her party cannon, landing perfectly in the arena to the sound of the applause.
"Alright ladies, just a refresher on the new rules: the name of the game is making your opponent cum, preferably hard, by any means necessary, that hasn't changed. Weapons may be used, same goes for special abilities. Light combat is also allowed in order to make the opponent submit, and battling is allowed, if it must come down to it, though if your opponent tags out, you let them up. The winner advances to the next round, the loser is disqualified, and the loser spends two nights as the winner's sex slave."
Both girls nodded, Pinkie paying more attention to the crowd, which was loving the attention. Misty was sizing Pinkie up. She knew she wouldn't be able to pull off the same trick again, so she would have to start getting creative with it.
"If the combatants are set," There was a pause, during which Pinkie finally turned to face her opponent and Misty stripped herself down before the battle even started, "Begin!"
Pinkie bolted forward, only to stop when Misty cried out and recoiled, as though terrified. "Hey... what's wrong?" Pinkie asked, concerned. "P-please don't hurt me, please!" Misty pleaded fearfully. Pinkie bit her lip. She didn't know why Misty was scared, especially of her, but she wanted to help her, needed to, it was her instinct.
"I'm not going to hurt you.." Pinkie promised her, "We're just supposed to have fun." Pinkie said. "F-fun?" Misty asked, looking up at Pinkie. Pinkie nodded, "Pinkie Promise." She said.
Misty smirked inwardly, "H-how do I know you won't try to hurt me?" Misty questioned. "Well..how about I let you be in control?" Pinkie asked, "Would that make you feel better?" Misty nodded, "Yes, it really would."
"Then I'm all yours!" Pinkie said, laying on her back with her limbs out. Misty pounced on Pinkie, who's need to make sure everyone was happy and smiling outweighed her common sense. On some level, she knew she was being tricked, but she couldn't help it.
Misty began grinding her palm into Pinkie's slit, leaving kisses and small bites along Pinkie's neck. Pinkie moaned, enjoying the work on her. Misty could tell she liked it as her hand slowly got wetter from rubbing her. She switched tactics, pushing three fingers in slowly and pumping them in at a fast rate. Pinkie moaned louder, and Misty added a fourth.
Soon Pinkie wasn't even thinking straight, just allowing Misty to keep going so she could reach the edge of her building climax. Misty could tell she was gone, and get rougher, added a fourth finger and forcing her fingers in down to the knuckle as hard as possible. Pinkie groaned, cumming after several minutes of it.
"And Pinkie has reached climax! Misty is the victor!"
Misty stood and licked her fingers. She was still upset about not having gotten any time with a sex slave after her last victory, so she'd be sure to really enjoy time with Pinkie.
"And so it seems underhanded tactics really are underrated. Next time is Amy Rose vs Squirrel Girl. Which of these two lovely furries will claim the day? Find out in the next round of Yuri Tournament!"