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The orange tent of the sky as the sun set over the ocean waves permitted a brilliant display of a warm, combination of reds, oranges, yellows, and at the greatest distance threatening to slowly overtake the other colors, a dark blue that displayed the soon to be star covered sky. The warmth of the island fueled by the sunlight that beams down throughout the day, but what keeps the island warm at night is the ocean waves, heated during the day and lose it's warmth far slower than the land would. These surrounding waters keeping the island warm, humid, and flourishing with greenery year round, but as that sun slowly set below the waves, the reflection of it's own image in the water slowly sinking more and more to fade this place into darkness the majestic of the island failed to fade with it. Always maintaining its beauty, and providing for those that had come to settle down in the sands, the woods, the rocky ledges. Those that visited this island under invitation in order to prove themselves against one another as the ultimate of scaled fighters, to prove among them which stood one above all else.

So far this island has hosted three of the matches, a trio of hard fought bouts that would advance the winners into competing against the winners of future fights. These girls showing their strengths, their skills, their tactics, and winning their matches so that they could fight on, continue their tournament until they either fell to one of their competitors, or climbed on the back of their scaled sisters in order to claim true victory. Those that had lost could only look on, watching the remaining fights, cheering for those that had won, some respecting the fights, and some hoping that the winner of their fight meets her match in the next round. The bitterness of defeat, however, would not stop them from enjoying the view of the upcoming matches, they two wanted to know who would rise to the top even if it wasn't themselves. The sportsmanship, the curiosity, the very spirit of the fights beckoned them all to continue watching, seeing these matches unfold one by one until finally there would be one, and all of them would be able to look up at that scaled beauty to see the lovely figure, and know who their first target is to be for next year. Bragging rights to those in front of her, and a bull's eye on her back.

The three matches that had taken place, all having been fought during the day at different places throughout the island. The first on the beach the moment those girls arrived, a call to arms, a realization of the suddenness of this tournament in order to help express it's importance to not only the island queen, but to the participants to show them why they were here, why they'd chosen to come, and the cost of failure in the eyes of their peers. So far the matches had happened during the day, but as the sun set, the stars started to shine out easily in the sky and that moon displayed itself at the tail of the sun just before it settled down under the waves of the deep ocean. Soon that brilliant full moon was the only light source for the island shining down it's reflected light like a flashlight from the heavens in order to illuminate just enough of the island for the bright beacon of light in the temple to be seen. Those that came to this island to fight were drawn to that beacon, eyes locked on it while they knew the signal well, a calling, a drawing of those that had arrived for the next match to be hosted. Another hard brawl so close after the last one had been been held, but allowing the girls to know that there was no getting comfortable here, there was no pattern to the bouts, only the will of the queen of this island would know when they would be hosted and only this queen would permit them to draw comfort and relaxation when she saw fit. These girls were her friends, well acquaintances, but they were also her rivals and she was going to make sure to put them all through their paces to ensure that they would understand the authority of the island and never cross it.

Simple, careful steps in the dark would being one girl after another into the light burning in the middle of the temple, the blue dragoness standing in front of the flames while she waited for everyone to arrive. One after another they would trickle into her home, her ruin, her temple, and while she had invited all of them here she would cross her arms looking at each and every one one of them in order to make sure that all of the guests were present in the building, well what remains of a building anyway. With them all slowly gathering up she'd fold her stern face into an easy grin, looking to them all and with her deep breaths would lift her large breasts along her chest only to feel them drop back down and lift again. Simple says allowing that large rump to swing her tail to the side before turning to look at all of them and giving her next little speech about the two next contestants. The last fight was two snakes, a naga and a serpent, so similar in so many ways with very little to bring about their differences, but this one was nearly diabolical in how the lords of chance had decided the fate and pitted two fighters that couldn't be any more different. The sound of murmuring, of easy complaints about the lateness would be shushed when a hand was lifted to silence them all out of courtesy for her announcement of the next two fighters.

"Today I presented to you two fights of great similarity, but tonight I present two fights that couldn't be more different. The fight fighter is a sister of ours, a dragoness half breed, half dragon, half snow saber-tooth lion. A focused fighter and strong opponent to face off against the red raptor, a street brawler who earned her way up to take on the strongest fighters in the world." The gathering already had a pretty well placed idea who these fighters were, but the suspense of announcing their names was too much for even Sumethil to pass up, "Tonight, by the light of the fire, I present to you Barianna versus Fayt."

The red raptor moved easily, her high cropped leather jacket moving down her shoulders as she removed it from her person, a hand slipped into the pocket before tossing it to the side in order to retrieve a pack of cigarettes along with her lighter. Moving to open the box the final white stick would be seen clunking around inside of it, her index and middle finger slowly sliding the smoke out to press it against her lips as she activated that lighter, taking a long and hard draw from the stick and exhale with a plump of gray smoke leaving her lips. Fayt gripped the cigarette between her lips, smoking on it easily as she smiled at the image of the half dragon coming out from the crowd. Fayt was known for many things, she was known for being ruthless in a fight, known for her lack of empathy to her opponents, her attitude that she held that had kept her alive on the streets. Fayt was known for being a fighting machine where she has the strength to back up her skills and knows how to talk down to an opponent for the sake of driving them into an unfocused rage against her.

Seeing the half feline she'd smirk to herself, it was like handing a child a jar of candy and then seeing the kid do exactly what you expected them to. Her lips parted easily speaking so clearly as she simply commented out without even the slight bit of pause or remorse. "Sure, give me the half-scaled bitch. You know Summy, if you didn't have a real opponent for me to take on you could have just bumped me to the next round, you didn't have to sacrifice this poor cat-dragon to make me look good." That smirk maintained for a while as those chartreuse eyes turned easily towards the others before landing on the blue dragon-hostess.

Barianna didn't respond to this, didn't give her the courtesy of a reply. The draco-lioness wasn't here to chit chat and trash talk, she was here to fight and if the little raptor wants to think down about the white scaled, red spiked, opponent then she wasn't going to stop her. Bari had gone up against opponents as powerful as Lavianna before and was still here to talk about it. Her focus was on the fight, her mind directed to the red raptor and while Fayt was out there trying to draw in the crowd against Barianna nobody was falling for it. The draco-lion might not know much about Fayt, but she knew enough to realize that they had a more similar style of training, taking on the streets, the fields, the people you meet, that was the story of the busty raptor and this half-breed, but while Fayt had been taking on people all that time, fighting to sleep, fighting to eat, fighting to survive, Bari was doing the same against monsters, against opponents far stronger and more skilled than her. The fact that she was here at all showed how those fights ended and as those yellow eyes narrowed down at the raptor watching her yellowish-green eyes and exhaling sharply in order to slowly pick up her guard. She was going to enjoy destroying this little loudmouth.

Without a response a tall to the trash talk the crowd came to believe that the only real retaliation would be for Fayt to attack and start the fight off, but instead this wasn't the case, it was the white draco-lion that had decided to make the first strike. Bari didn't attack due to some comment, or an insult, or even the underestimation that the red raptor had so very purposefully tried to instill, but instead because she simply wanted to get the fight started. If they traded words back and forth it would solve nothing, it would resolve nothing, and the half-feline wanted to get this fight done and over with quickly and efficiently as possible, to show her strength to these girls and make them realize that even though she was only half scaley she deserved to be here far more than most of them did, least of all some smack stalking dino. Now as she charged in her ears folded back on her scaled head, her spiked shoulder, back, and tail all setting out right in order to help defend her against grabs, but could also be used in charges. For this attack, though, she wasn't going to be using such cheat tactics.

She was fast, the half-breed having an advantage in speed over the others giving her tight tensile muscles thank to her feline half build. As she closed in quickly that first balled, arching backwards towards her hips, getting ready for that straight on punch. In a low stance she'd try and aim for a fast win, a solid victory by aiming to knock out her opponent with a hard hook to the side of the head. Fayt was used to speed fighters, the little group she trained with showed her as being the strength based brute and while she could see that this white scaled creature was fast, she wasn't breaking a sweat about it. Her hand moved out easily, aiming to allow that fist to be stopped with her hand pushing against the elbow, keeping that striking back, a little something a massive canine once showed her. Catching someone's fist means that you catch the full blow from a person's attack, but to stop the elbow is to stop the entire attack before it can be completed. With the white strike stopped Barianna needed to follow up, but even that was prevented when she felt a hard knee sink into her stomach, forcing the breath out of her body from the heavy blow. Her muscles relaxed instantly, her steps stumbling backwards only to find that Fayt was still holding onto her arm with one hand and with the other hand moving quickly around her front the raptor would aim to roll her so that her back would press against the dino's large, plush breasts, the red hand gripping down on the massive white rack and forcing a sigh of pleasure to rip through the half-breed, ears folding back again, but this time for an entirely different reason.

Those ears folded back, head leaning upward, and her eyes half closing as she felt those fingers sink into her soft breast tissue. Her body turning weak instantly at the feeling of it, but she knew she had to do something to get out of this hold, out of this groping. The half feline turning her head only to gasp out as her large tit was then twisted a bit, furthering the amazing feeling of the her sensitive tit being held so well by this large breasted dino. Bari could feel those tits against her shoulders, knowing that they were well out of her range, but she needed to get back into this fight, get herself separated enough from the dino that she could get her back for this embarrassing tit grabbing in front of all those that she might consider "friends." As she worked to struggle, to try and pull away, those fingers sunk in more bringing her back against that smaller body with a loud gasp, but this gasp soon rolled into a growl as the red spikes along Barianna's white tail lined up and swung hard to impact against Fayt's body. The force of the blow wasn't enough to puncture anything, but she certainly felt them and was forced to release her hold.

When the red raptor was forced to the side with the hard impact of that spiked tail she found herself grunting through her teeth, her feet quickly catching their footing and her guard lifting in a hurry, but even as she worked to recover her stance those fast, white, fists came in hard towards her. A lift of her right arm would block a left swinging blow, but even she wasn't quick enough to stop the right knuckles from sinking into the side of her face. Head being forced to jerk to the side with a harsh grunt and even this was only followed by a strong impact to the underside of her large, round, red breast, sending it up against her neck and cheek, but forcing the raptor to step back away from her, a hand gripping her tit just to stop its movement and work at recovering once again. Fayt's narrow eyes watching the draco-lion and knowing that she was going to have to get her back quickly if she was going to even the score between them.

The long cast shadows dancing about the temple in the night sky helped to illuminate the two to one another, the sight of them in the fire-light allowing a brilliant display, but also worked well at hiding the more subtle movements that they might make against one another. Fayt was an expert in underhanded tactics, crotch shots, sneak attacks, whatever she needed to do in order to win, that was her style of combat, her style of winning. As Bari came charging back in again that shadowed red tail slithered well across the ground, snaking it's way towards the white halfbreed and just as the white beast was about to strike once again that tail whipped with blinding speed, hitting the back of the knee in order to force the white knees to buckle and leaving Barianna to send her hands down towards the ground instead of out towards her opponent, catching herself quickly against the stone temple floor just before receiving a hard and forceful kick to the underside of her jaw knocking her head back in a fast jerk. The draco-lion would feel her world in a daze as the hard kick had knocked her onto her back, forcing her to claw weakly at the ground in her dizzied state and leaving her completely vulnerable to the raptor who simply smirked over her, watching her with those yellowish-green eyes.

Weight pressed down on Barianna's back to hold her I place. The feeling of her large white breasts pillowing out to the sides against the cold stone slap floor thanks to that plump red rear resting down on the scaled back. The half-dragon still grunting at the kick to the face, that grunt soon rolling into a surprised gasp with the sudden feeling of a hand resting on the base of her tail. The red raptor knew that she had a good pin here with the white girl so well stunned and her strong body pressing down and her hand reaching back behind her, holding that tail to lift it out of the way so that her skilled fingers could easily slide up and down against the draco-saber's slit. The half feline mewing almost at the feeling of the pleasure passing through her, even as that finger moved to spread her hot cunny she'd feel those white ears fold back, drawing a hot pant from Barianna while she tried to push her hands against the ground, looking to try and force herself up, but those muscles added weight and the already weakened white fighter found her large breasts crushed against the stone ground again. She could only lay there struggling as she felt those long fingers push through the depth of her body, in and out, slowly in rhythm Fayt moving to lift a foot, placing it on the back of Bari's head. It wouldn't help to keep her down, but it would show her dominance over the half-breed even as she listened to her panting from the ground.

With that finger inside of her body the white half-dragon needed to release, but she couldn't lose this fight, not here, not like this, not to this dino. With that foot pressing down on the back of her head making her growl out softly between pants, but she had to get away from this stance. The foot alone showed the overconfidence of the raptor, it showed that the red bitch felt she had the fight in the bag, but it was going to be this white half-breed that walked away with that victory no matter what. She couldn't lift up, not with that weight on the back of her shoulders, but she could roll. The foot having been lifted into that dominant position had opened up a major area for the white creature to exploit and with a lift of her left shoulder she'd roll quickly to her side sending Fayt tumbling off to the side. Not a major threatening movement, but one that gave the draco-lion time to roll back and push off of the ground, displaying her quick flexibility and land with her feet planting into the stone floor as her dripping cunny in need of release continued to throb with her resting there. The soft pants of her lungs leaving her claws scratching along the stone slabs before she'd finally lift herself up into a standing position.

Fayt had been thrown off of her perch, but she wasn't going to remain on the ground and wait for her opponent to come and attack her. The red raptor rolling herself to her feet, lifting her guard and watching the draco-saber for any approach. It was clear to anyone that the long hold she had over that white half-breed had done the level of stimulation she'd wanted. It wouldn't be long now, not with her cunny dripping like that and ready to burst. Another quick grab and a nice hard fondling and this fight would be over. Her lips opening to announce this, but finding herself cut off quickly when Barianna charged in once again. The firelight helping to display those massive curves, those beautiful bends to both of their bodies and while the sun had set some time ago at the start of this fight, the remainder of the sky did nothing to assist in illuminating this temple. All that assisted was this fight alone, giving them an ambient glow from down below, those looking on seeing nothing but silhouettes as their bodies were shrouded in the darkness of the island.

Bari's movements had started out fast and accurate at the start of this fight, but now seemed to be little more than sluggish, less exact. She was still quick, but there was an obvious sign of fatigue from her. The attacks and stimuli having done it's job on her, and while her cunny lips were well swollen she knew she had to keep herself in this fight, had to find a way to pull through. Her panting already slowing a bit, but as she charged in the white half-feline would have to show her cunning, show her plan making, showing her strategies, and prove to them all that even as a half-breed she was still a major threat for that title. When the half-dragon saw Fayt lift her guard she'd make a fast punch straight at the guard, aiming it high enough that the red raptor would have to lift her defense to properly block it. It was a basic attack, a basic jab, and when she succeeded in blocking it Barianna would take a page from the tricky book of the raptor and move her tail between her own, aiming to slap that spike lined fifth limb straight into the inside of her ankle. Fayt had to gasp at this, her leg instantly taking the damage and before she could grunt out in pain the white draco-lion would charge in, forcing the raptor on her back.

The half-dragon was on her instantly, pressing her body over the raptors, breasts crushing down on large breasts, grinding there against her as nipples easily collided with one another and forcing the two to groan out at the feeling of it. But this was to simply get Fayt to resist, get her to try and force Barianna off of her and when she felt those red hands on her shoulder she had to smirk a bit. White hands went to grip the wrists immediately, drawing a surprised gasp from the raptor who could do nothing as the sliding white body moved down her own, forcing those hands to come with her in order to press them to the stone floor in order to trap them in place. The dino was already fighting back at this, moving to kick her hips and legs out, struggling her shoulders, but Bari had already planned for this as well. As she pulled those arms under the legs she'd force that raptor to arch her back just enough to take away power from the shoulders, and to deal with those hips she'd quickly lower her lips down to them. A long, rough, feline like tongue easily traced up the length of those cunny lips, tasting them and while she had a lot of ground to cover a good number of these dragons, dinos, and snakes didn't know the pleasure that a course tongue could present to the flavors of a hot scaled cunny.

Fayt felt herself forced into this position, her kicking legs doing nothing, her arms kept tucked tightly under her pert butt, and her hips being forced to kick with every single long and hard lick driven into it. The two panted, almost in unison while one drove a tongue into the other, the red raptor continued to fight in order to gain her freedom. Those yellow-green eyes closing while she grunted out, calling towards the sky and only doing what she could to try and pull her hips away, but every single movement she made was instantly met with that same tongue already being there, never moving, never adjusting, just her slit being assaulted by that rough tongue. Pants rolled into soft cries, chirps of pleasure that lifted from her lips and finally that back arched one final time with the feeling of her delicious red cunny finally releasing it's hot wave of thick girl-cum against the lips of the other, coating her snout in a new layer of white fluid.

With the delicious flavor of cum dripping off of her chin Fayt finally collapsed to the ground in a lump of panting and frustration. She had put a lot of confidence in this fight, a lot of tactic, but it seemed that one of her own tricks was what managed to do her in. It was clear to say that the raptor was a bit deterred from this, but right now all she could think about was possibly wanting to give this talented tongue a second helping. With Barianna lifting up slowly, she'd release the body of the raptor entirely, her hand wiping away the cum from her chin as the other hand lifted into the air, claiming the victory and leaving the loud mouthed dino to recover where she rested.