Reward Art: Stripper Fighter Tank vs Nightmare (Patreon)

A returning artist in https://www.furaffinity.net/user/cevrosa from the series Stripper Fighter, a hornball knockoff of a fighting Mortal Kombat-ish game. One more thing I "should get back to."

Just a bout of Nightmare the dream demon against Tank the ki-blasting super soldier. 

Read up the old stuff at http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/luffy316/43153/Stripper-Fighter-4-Undressed 

Part 2 had a piece missing I had to sum up, so ought to do it justice with another part sometime.

The  players quickly clicked through the lineup of character icons. Player 2  went right to Tank, the buff super soldier, while Player 1 bounced  between Bryk the blue heavyweight alien enforcer and Nightmare the dream  demoness. They seemed to stick with their evil caster theme as they  clicked on Nightmare, the former boss turned playable character. The  fighters were grabbed and collared before being thrown into their arena;  the neon-lit alley behind the main building of Thanal’s arena/strip  club.
 
The sleek,  purple-skinned woman strut out to her spot, hissing as she flicked her  long, forked tongue. She had wispy hair that drifted behind her,  floating like smoke in a slightly lighter purple compared to her dark  body. Claws tipped her fingers and fangs filled her wicked grin as her  eyes glowed yellow. She wore a torn loincloth and matching top of loose  fabric, each of which seemed to blow in their own imaginary breeze.
 
“I’m going  to make sure you never wake up,” she growled, raising one of her hands.  She flexed it into a fist, which cycled through several different  shapes. It turned into a hammer, then a buzz saw, then a spike before  returning to her normal hand to show off her limited shapeshifting.
 
Tank  stepped out from the other side of the alley, the former super soldier  and martial artist still incredibly fit and muscular in her captive  state. Her dark skin shone with sweat and oil as her high-cut,  chamo-colored crop-top and thong showed off her abs and underboob. Her  dark hair was tied back into a ponytail that bobbed as she smashed her  fists together and took on a loose kickboxing stance.
 
“Time to put you through bootcamp, scrub,” Tank taunted back as she thumbed her nose.
 
“Round 1: FIGHT!”
 
Nightmare  drew back her fist and turned it into an anvil. It stretched across the  alleyway but Tank ducked under it, raising her guard protectively. The  blow went over her head, leaving Nightmare vulnerable as she drew it  back in. Tank launched herself forward in a dive, rolling under the  elastic arm and pinning the demoness to the ground. She immediately  pummeled her with some speedy ground and pound as her grappling attack  landed, beating the dark demon’s head into the ground before she raised  her hand. She summoned a bright green blast of energy from her palm that  sent Nightmare skidding across the pavement.
 
“That all you got?” she mocked as she boosted back to her feet. She moved in on Nightmare whose body contorted to rise back up.