Godly Battle
4 days until the Tournament of Power 2
"Please!" The assassin Hit of Universe 6 kneels before the Grand Priest, tense and anxious, "Tell Omni King Zenozeno that he mustn't do this again! He cannot destroy more universes!"
"We cannot hope to understand the wishes of King Zenozeno. We simply abide by his will," the Grand Priest says calmly, hands behind his back.
"You dirty coward..." Hit says through clenched teeth. He is struck hard by a powerful Spitus Factus wave from the Grand Priest, which knocks him away on his back.
"You cannot speak to me this way, Hit. You're on a fine line coming here in the first place, questioning the actions of Omni King Zenozeno."
"This is… this is evil, though! This is cruel, the lives of trillions are at stake!" Hit pleads. Tears stream down his face.
"You should leave, Hit," Grand Priest says, turning around and walking into Zenozeno's palace. The door slams behind him, pulled by advanced ki techniques. Hit strikes the ground with a closed fist and curses his insignificance and inability to do anything.
"Then… the only thing I can do…" Hit's face regains some composure, "...is fight back against this abuse of authority!" Hit becomes instantly radicalized, and understands he must dismantle all oppressive institutions of power, starting with the Angels and the Omni King.
In the palace, the Grand Priest manifests the power of his staff and sends a summon to each Angel of over half the universes.
"Hey, Heles," says the Angel of Universe 2, Sour, "We gotta go see the Grand Priest."
"Hell no!" Heles says- she's a lean, skinny woman, with shiny brown skin, wearing gold chains and a gold-plated undershirt above pulled-down purple panties dangling around her feet. She's in the middle of a big lesbian harem, with a submissive babe currently eating the shit out of her pussy and several other hot lesbians rubbing on her body. "I'm in the middle of something here!" Sour sets his hand on Heles' shoulder, and in an instant teleports the two of them away. The submissive babe on Heles' crotch falls and hits her head on the floor.
"Bitch," one of the other women says, "Where's our money?" she turns and yells to one of Heles' non-sexual servants.
"Do you want more beer?" the servant replies.
She scoffs. "No, I don't want more beer," she says mockingly.
"Well, we only have uh… we only have beer."
"No, you don't only have beer. You're kidding. 50 grand, asshole."
"I'm serious."
Another hot lesbian grabs the complaining woman's shoulder. "Hey, Gelda, can't you just wait?" she says quietly with a concerned expression.
"Don't you want your money?" Gelda asks.
"I do, but… I talked with the finance guy when we came in, and it's true, they actually only have beer…"
"See?" the servant says irritatedly. Gelda groans.
"Fine, I want a pallet. No, a trailer-full."
In Universe 4, the God of Destruction Quitela, a little anthropomorphic mouse, is smoking weed and stuffing his face with snacks and playing VIOLENT video games! when his Angel, Cognac, mentions, "Summons from the Grand Priest."
"Shit! But my epic killstreak!" Quitela complains.
In Universe 6, Vados is in her private quarters with her godly Magic Wand vibrator pushed up against her pussy. It's incredibly loud, and Champa can hear the vibrations and frequent moans of Vados from his bath house. He pops a bone, but doesn't want to entertain his sexual urges towards Vados because it would be weird. A sudden summons from the Grand Priest startles Vados, and in a panic she yanks the satin sheets over her busty, wet, and shiny body and clicks off the vibrator. However, she realizes it's just a prerecorded message and breathes a sigh of relief.
"Champa!" Vados yells, "Summons from the Grand Priest! Time to go!" She bursts out of her room, her Angel dress only halfway on as she hastily pulls up her undershirt. Champa catches a view of her bouncing breasts and immediately covers his eyes in embarrassment. "Cut the shit, Champa. Let's go."
In Universe 7, Beerus is preparing to insert a Dragon Dildo into his asshole before Whis walks into the room unannounced.
"Beerus, we have- oh my!" Whis puts his hand over his mouth, eyes wide staring at Beerus' hot ass.
"What? Want a piece?" Beerus says cooly. He grins.
"Um… no, um… we have…"
"Spit it out, cutie."
Whis looks to the side, flushed. "Summons from the Grand Priest, Lord Beerus."
Beerus' eyes light up in fear and panic. "WHAT? WHAT?! NO! NOT AGAIN! IF IT WAS GOKU, I'M GONNA-" in his fury, Beerus slips on lube and falls onto the Dragon Dildo as the whole of the 20 inch rod of silicon penetrates his asshole. He moans in pleasure.
"Oh, Lord, no. It was Omni King Zenozeno's own wishes to host another tournament. You must leave to his palace, urgently."
"Ahh… very… well… ahh…" Beerus says, out of breath in between moans and waves of pleasure. He also accidentally turned on the powerful vibrator within the dildo when he fell onto it. Whis lifts Beerus up off the ground by his head and slowly pulls the dildo out of his butt.
"Hold on… did you say we, or something else?" Beerus asks, suspended in the air, "Because I believe I heard 'you'."
"Well… yes…" Whis says nervously, "There is pressing business I must attend to, in Universe 19."
"Universe 19?" Beerus scrambles, escaping Whis' gentle grip and landing back on his feet, "The one-" Beerus lowers his voice to a whisper, and leans in closer to Whis, "...The one unknown to Zenozeno? That closely guarded secret?"
"Yes. Something is amiss," Whis holds out his left hand and materializes a small wand. He extends his left hand to Beerus. "Take this wand. It's like my cool Angel staff, but smaller and weaker. Nevertheless, it will allow you to travel as I can to Zenozeno's palace." Beerus grabs the wand from Whis' hand.
"I trust you will be back in time for supper?" Beerus asks coyly.
"I don't know," Whis says. He steps back, and they stand in silence for a couple seconds. "Take care of this universe while I'm gone."
"By breakfast tomorrow?" Beerus asks, some desperation leaking through his composure.
"I will see you again, Beerus. I promise. Now, answer the Grand Priest's summons. You wouldn't want to be late," Whis flashes a warm smile before he teleports out of sight.
"Jiren. I've received the summons, as you predicted," says the Angel of Universe 11, Marcarita.
"Things are grim, Belmod," Jiren stands facing a large window in the God of Destruction's palace, "We'll have to keep our cool, and stay in line. We will obey the orders of the Grand Priest and fight when we are told."
"It's mad!" Belmod says, hunched over in his chair, hand on his head smudging his clown makeup, "I can't stand being pushed around like this. The fusion of the two Zenos was a mistake, I always knew it!" Belmod grabs a half-empty bottle of tequila and takes several dramatic glugs.
"Belmod, please…" Jiren turns his head to look behind himself at Belmod.
He slams the bottle down. "I need to retire… if we make it through this, I'm promoting Toppo as fast as possible. Fuck… I need some planets to take my anger out on. I can't keep calm like this." Belmod's brow is furrowed and he looks up, tense with his arms shaking, "Or a hot alien babe to fuck!"
"We have plenty of those, Lord Belmod," Marcarita assures. As she speaks, she materializes a random concubine from somewhere in the palace.
"What? Where am I?" the concubine asks, looking around in confusion. Belmod teleports behind her and sticks his schlong in her vagina, clapping cheeks hard.
"We must go, though, Belmod," Jiren says. Marcarita nods in agreement, setting her hand on Belmod's shoulder. Jiren walks up and sets his hand on Marcarita's shoulder.
Jiren, Belmod, Marcarita, and the Concubine teleport into a great hall. Around them, several other Gods of Destruction and their Angels appear in succession. Belmod notices their teleportation a few seconds later, quickly pulling his cock out of the concubine and pulling up his pants. The concubine sneers at Belmod, and fixes her sexy red leotard to cover her crotch.
"Hey," Jiren says, resting his hand on the concubine's shoulder, "On my word, kneel with me. I believe the Grand Priest will enter this hall soon. As long as you follow my lead, you will attract no unwanted attention." The concubine gulps, her face pale and nervous upon realizing where she is. She nods quickly, and Jiren nods back reassuringly.
In the Grand Hall of Omni King Zenozeno's palace, the Gods of Destruction and Angels of universes 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10, and 11 all arrive in succession. They quickly line up on either side of the hall, 2, 3, 4, and 6 on the right side and 7, 9, 10, and 11 on the left side. After about 30 seconds, the big doors at the end of the hall open and a small figure floats in. Everyone kneels in the presence of the Grand Priest.
"Raise your heads, ladies and gentlemen," the Grand Priest says, his cute tenor voice booming through the hall. At the other end of the hall opposite the doors, another small figure materializes, great sweeping angel wings unfurling. His purple and blue-striped oval head and four piercing eyes scan the kneeling Gods and Angels.
"Is that… Omni King Zeno?" Heles asks in disbelief, "I… thought there were two… and that they didn't look anything like that!"
"Heh, you idiot," Sidra says from across the hall, God of Destruction of Universe 9, a short, chubby, man with flowing wiry red hair and a full beard and mustache, "They fused after the first Tournament of Power. The Saiyan of Universe 7, Goku, taught them that trick."
Beerus sneers, "Goku, you bastard!"
Sidra turns his head to examine Beerus, noticing that he kneels alone- no angel is by his side.
"Beerus, where's your angel?" Sidra asks. Beerus begins to sweat nervously.
"Whis is… he's busy. He couldn't make it," Beerus says. Sidra laughs.
"It's true," The Grand Priest speaks up. Sidra stops laughing immediately. "Whis informed me just a few minutes ago that he wouldn't be at this meeting," The Grand Priest looks at Beerus, his expression soft and gentle, "It shouldn't be a problem." Beerus sighs in relief.
Champa peeks across the hall, noticing Jiren and some seemingly random woman with Belmod and Marcarita. "Hey, Belmod!" Champa says, and Belmod perks up. "What are these mortals doing here?" The concubine gulps, sweat pouring down her face and eyes wide.
"It's none of your god-damn business!" Belmod says, teeth clenched.
The Grand Priest walks down the hall towards Zenozeno, passing each God and Angel. Once he reaches the Omni King, he turns around to face the kneeling gathering. Each God and Angels' face is fixated on the Grand Priest and Zenozeno, most of them visibly nervous.
"The Omni King has an announcement," the Grand Priest says.
The Omni King Zenozeno speaks, his voice like soft silk and rending iron, "I am fully aware this is unprecedented, but in precisely 12 tiks, I have decided to hold a second Tournament of Power, in which eight chosen fighters from each universe gathered here will compete."
"A… another tournament? You're kidding!" Quitela yells desperately.
"Hush!" Heles says to Quitela sternly.
"Shut up, bitch! This is absurd! We've already fought to decide the fate of our universes in the first Tournament of Power, why are you having us do this again?"
"Quitela," the Grand Priest says, "You may come to understand in due time, if only you listen." Quitela readies himself to speak again, but stops at the last second, resorting to grumbling with clenched teeth and furrowed brow. Most other Gods of Destruction are similarly upset, though not nearly as vocally. Mosco, God of Destruction of Universe 3, makes loud clanking sounds as his metal body shivers.
"Quitela," Zenozeno says, "Do you think this is bad?" The color leaves Quitela's face as he becomes completely still, face frozen in anxiety. "Can you please tell me?" Zenozeno insists.
"I…" Quitela squeaks out, "I… no, I…" He starts shaking.
"No? That's good," Zenozeno says. Quitela passes out, and Cognac grabs his body and begins to bring him back to consciousness. "Thanks for telling me," Zenozeno says after a few seconds.
The Grand Priest pipes up, "This is all the Omni King wishes to say." Many Gods sigh in relief. "He also wishes to see another free-for-all, featuring all the Gods of Destruction gathered here." The Gods tense up again. "And this time, it will feature a… unique challenge."
"I want to see you all have sex," Zenozeno says. Beerus' jaw drops, as does Champas. Heles looks incredibly confused. Mosco starts shaking again.
"Yes, though to put it more formally: this will be a free-for-all competition, wherein the last God to cum wins," The Grand Priest clarifies. The Gods of Destruction glance at each other nervously- most of them have never fucked one another before. No one knew exactly what anyone was packing under those baggy pants. But they must agree to this challenge, lest they face Zenozeno's wrath.
The Gods of Destruction gather around a fairly large tournament grounds, floating in an endless void. The Gods and their Angels stand on small floating half-spheres a short distance above the grounds. The Grand Priest and Zenozeno stand on a larger half-sphere high above the rest.
"I'm sorry Belmod, I did not anticipate this, not even with my Chadchic powers. I tried to peer into Zenozeno's mind with my waves, but every mind wave I sent was instantly and expertly disrupted. Zenozeno has a Spitus Factus technique on a level far above us mortals," Jiren says, standing next to Belmod.
"Personally, I think this is what you deserve," the concubine says, standing on the opposite side of Belmod. Belmod slaps her. "Ow!"
"Belmod, calm yourself," Jiren tries to reassure the God of Destruction.
"It's fine, it's fine," Belmod says, almost as if he's trying to reassure himself, "I'll just fuck the woman."
"Heles is bi, right?" the concubine asks, peering at the beautiful God of Destruction standing brilliantly on a different half-sphere.
"Doesn't matter to me," Belmod thinks for a moment, "But, fuck… Rumsshi's probably gonna try to take me out. He'll interrupt my sex with Heles." Belmod growls under his breath, staring hatefully at Rumsshi. Rumsshi notices, and winks at Belmod.
"Fine, I'll fuck his lights out!" Belmod screams.
"That's the spirit!" the concubine says somewhat sarcastically. Meanwhile, Beerus and Champa stand on two adjacent half-spheres.
"Champa!" Beerus yells, "Wanna settle our score?"
"Yeah, I do," Champa says angrily, "You weren't playing fair last time. You kissed me out of nowhere!"
"And I'll do it again!" Beerus grins devilishly.
On her half-sphere, Heles looks nervous. Sour tries to reassure her, "You'll do fine. Just try to avoid any sex until it's the last man standing… then you can finish whoever it is easily."
"I'm not worried about losing," Heles says, "I just know Sidra's gonna try to dominate me. He doesn't like dommy mommies, tries to put them in their place."
"So you'll show him what you can do," Sour says.
"Yeah I will," Heles says, determination leaking from her voice. On another half-sphere, Mosco shakes violently. Quitela tries to hide the small boner in his pants. One by one, the Gods of Destruction jump down onto the battle grounds.
"Exchanging blows during this free-for-all is not allowed. Battle must be done entirely through sex. Now…" the Grand Priest says loudly, and everyone falls quiet, "There is no time to waste. Here starts the Second Zen Exhibition Match! Begin!"
With a start, each God leaps into action. With viscious looks on their faces, Beerus and Champa leap towards eachother, grappling and viciously ripping apart their fine uniforms. Their rock-hard dicks flop out, Beerus' longer at nearly 15 inches hard, but Champa's thicker and only 10 inches. Champa grabs Beerus' face in the scuffle, and pushes him to the ground, getting on top.
Mosco suddenly combusts, erupting in an explosion of fire and smoke. He has killed himself. The arena shakes. Meanwhile, Heles rushes away towards the edge of the battle ground, hoping to escape the heat and lay low. Quitela sees Heles' quick flight and chases after, though Sidra has his sights on Quitela, hoping to axe him from the competition quickly. He chases after Quitela, who chases after Heles.
Belmod stands still watching the action, but his spectating is interrupted by Rumsshi, who pounces on him. Before Rumsshi can grab him, Belmod grabs Rumsshi's long elephant trunk and slams him into the ground, his ass sticking up like a little sissy. While Rumsshi is stunned, Belmod considers his options. He doesn't want to put his hands on Rumsshi's penis, so he decides to pretend Rumsshi is a woman, and pulls his own waistband down to reveal his erect cock.
"Yeah, this'll do," Belmod says to himself. He spits on his thick dick and guides it gently into Rumsshi's ass. Once he maneuvers his 20 inch cock partway in, he slams forward and thrusts his whole rod into Rumsshi's asshole. Rumsshi screams out in pleasure, too weak to fight back after being penetrated. Belmod grunts as he starts pumping in and out of Rumsshi's tight ass, picking up speed. Rumsshi's rock-solid cock flops out of his pants and dangles, dripping with precum.
"Heheh, yeah… I can get used to this," Belmod says with an evil grin.
At the same time, Quitela catches up to Heles and reaches out to grab her before Sidra rushes in from the side, catching Quitela off guard. Quitela just barely manages to dodge the ramming brute, Sidra's thick red hair brushing by Quitela's arm. Sidra turns around quickly and lunges at Quitela again, who barely dodges his tree-trunk arms. Heles uses this distraction to keep running, but doesn't keep her eyes on the ground ahead- she runs right into Belmod.
"Oh, look at this!" Belmod grabs Heles by the hair. She screams. Her velocity goes from massively fast than light to zero instantly, and the ground shakes and cracks- dust and debris go rushing by at superspeed.
"Oh, fuck!" Heles winces through clenched teeth.
"I'm not gonna fuck you just yet. I want you to help me milk this cute little elephant right here," Belmod gestures down at Rumsshi, whose cheeks he is clapping vigorously. Rumsshi is whining and moaning as his face is continuously pushed against the cold ground by Belmod's deep thrusts, his cock swinging back and forth, dripping fluids everywhere. "He's loving it. Now, suck his little cock for me, will you?"
Belmod pushes Heles down beneath Rumsshi, pinning her under the God's weight. She starts reluctantly working on Rumsshi's shaft, letting it fill her mouth. Rumsshi moans in pleasure.
"Oh god, Belmod… Heles…" Rumsshi struggles to say between moans and the great heavy thrusts of Belmod.
"What, gonna cum?" Belmod taunts, "Gonna cum so soon, on my hard cock and with this bitch's half-assed oral? Better do it in her mouth." Upon hearing this Heles verbally objects, though her mouth is full of elephant cock- she doesn't really form any words. Rumsshi keeps moaning.
At the same time, Champa starts rubbing his and Beerus' cocks together. He spits on their dicks, and starts frotting them both at great speeds, their rods squeezing hard against one another. Beerus moans, and his cock throbs as it becomes even harder.
"Can't kiss me like this, Beerus," Champa taunts, "I'll make you explode without breaking a sweat."
"As if…" Beerus says, one eye open and tongue hanging out. Suddenly, Beerus reaches out with his right arm, grabbing Champa by the shoulder and pushing his own body up with his left arm. Champa retaliates fast by slamming his right hand into Beerus' neck, forcing Beerus back on the ground. Champa chokes Beerus lightly, and Beerus' grip on Champa's shoulder loosens before, soon enough, his arm falls to his side. Champa keeps frotting both their penises. After several seconds, some unexpected precum throbs out of Champa's dick as he lifts his head up to the sky and lets out a sensual moan. Beerus chuckles.
On the other side of the arena, Sidra and Quitela's cat-and-mouse game comes to an end as Sidra outmaneuvers Quitela, grappling both his arms and pushing his thick cock up against Quitela's chest. Quitela shivers upon feeling the whole overwhelming weight of Sidra's rod throbbing gently and pushing into his body. It feels so warm.
"Oh dear, you can… you just… just…" Quitela struggles to get words out, his voice is shaky, "Oh god, just fuck me!" Sidra smiles and chuckles, before pulling his hips back and thrusting his cock into Quitela's ass. Quitela moans like a girl as Sidra's whole volume fills his body; his arms shiver and eyes roll up. His little dick throbs and shoots out a rope of precum, landing on Sidra's soft belly.
"I haven't even started thrusting yet, you little slut~" Sidra teases, "Oh, you're gonna be fun to wreck." Sidra pulls his hips away, and starts deep and fast thrusts into Quitela's ass. The little mouse shakes and moans, sometimes squeals, as Sidra's dominating cock rushes in and out of his body. Sidra puts one hand behind Quitela's back, holding his whole body up with his palm. With his other hand, he caresses the small God of Destruction's smooth chest and neck, all the while pumping in and out of his asshole. Quitela's little dick throbs and throbs, and liquids spill out the tip. He knows he won't last long- Quitela has always been a shut-in, a little nerd who plays video games all day and has rarely ever had sex. He isn't prepared for the whole breadth of Sidra, who is dominating him completely and truly.
Quitela gives in to the pounding, letting the pleasure reach every part of his body. His dick pulses and little balls quench as a fat rope of cum pumps out of the tip. Several more ropes follow, and they drape Sidra's body and arms in the cute mouse-boy's fluid. He lets out a squeal for each pump, and his whole body tenses up to fire every rope.
"Ahh, you're just adorable…" Sidra says, gently pulling his cock out and setting the mouse on the ground.
"Quitela has finished! He is the first to lose this free-for-all," the Grand Priest says loudly. Zenozeno looks absolutely enthralled by the sights.
"Keep going!" the Omni King yells.