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It was halftime and The Klyneth Konics were winning. Not by much, but they were ahead by one goal to zero. Much of the reason for this was that Monroe, the star linebacker, had ensured none of the opposition made it to their goal. He was the oldest and most experienced on his team, and he knew exactly how to work the opposing team, to mess with their heads and keep them from forming any concrete strategies that would give them the points they so desperately needed.

Their rivals - the Jade Emblems - were a team made mostly of equines and dragons with a single gryphon in goal. They were a good team, but no matter what they did they couldn't make it past Monroe and Nantang to get at Rokanoss, the goalkeeper; the dual-defensive linemen were so good that Rokanoss hadn't needed to save a single goal. Unfortunately, the forwards and center weren't doing their jobs, either. Saethwr, John, and Vvilfred were good at what they did, but throughout the entire first half of the game, they'd only scored one goal against the gryphon goalkeeper on The Jade Emblems.

The game was known as blitzball, called that because games could go on forever and they were steadily one of the roughest and fastest sports in all the land. Fifty minutes per half, only ever stopped if a goal was scored or at the twenty-five minute quarter-mark. A never-ending battle of attrition between two teams using all the skills they possessed to batter, beat, and out-think the opposition.

Blitzball rules were pretty simple, if a little lax. Teams consisted of five players on either side plus a goalkeeper which was usually quadruped for better coverage. The reason the goalkeeper needed so much coverage was because the 'goal' was the entire width of the field, more like an endzone but still contained in a net. The five players included two offensive assaulters, two defensive linebackers, and a center that went all over the field as they were needed.

Scoring was very simple. The ball could be manipulated however they wanted, using hands or wings or tails or mouth, if that's what worked best. However, scoring goals had to be done via feet or tails only. If the last thing to touch the ball was a hand or maw or wing - any of the more dexterous parts of the body - the goal wouldn't count and a shootout on the opposing goal would be triggered. So, many games involved the teams struggling to get the ball from one another by any means necessary.

By any means necessary. The sport was known to be violent, mixing elements of mixed martial arts and more traditional team-based sports. Very little was off limits when it came to fighting over the ball. Kicks, punches, tackles, grapples, and magic were all regularly utilized to determine who got to emerge from any given scuffle as the victor, and thus gave them an advantage when finally having a go at the net. Monroe's job was as the last line of defense before the opposing assault positions or centre got to Rokanoss, and he was very good at this, hence their shut-out up to halftime.

Monroe lacked any magical skills of any sort, which is why he made such a great defensive linebacker. He could tackle, pin, grapple, kick, and elbow to his heart's content - which almost resulted in him getting the ball and reversing the team's tides. He wasn't immune to opposing magic attacks but he had long since trained himself to not be distracted by flashes of fire or bolts of lighting, ensuring the other team wasted their energies on him rather than the goalie.

One extra bit of depth and nuance in the game was that, each quarter-mark, the field or pitch was altered in some way or another. The rules would slightly change, and expectations could be altered to make the game more exciting. Sometimes pools of water could form in the middle to either force the players to adapt to a wet environment, or a thundercloud could hover overhead, or fires could erupt, or the entire ground could be replaced with rocks and gravel instead of the usual soft grass.

This game was not one of those - there were no pitch alterations or magical elements - but there was a lot of magic happening during the actual match. The glorious thing about Blitzball, in addition to its natural level of combat violence, was that games were always in flux, the rules always shifting ever so slightly from game to game. Some games were for purists, only on a flat field with grass and no changes, some games banned magical offence and defence, some games removed goalies entirely, others happened in pools or underwater. Most teams consisted of at least twenty players, and the coach swapped out players based on their skills and what that game rules were in effect.

Monroe was almost always one of the five on the field, given his skill in virtually any rule set or environment. As a beastly rat of massive size, he was naturally scrappy, and eager to get into fights with anyone that dared enter his quadrant. While he was often competing with folks like saurossins and errovians - both known for their physical prowess and size - he was compact and incredibly quick.

Though as time went on he was losing some of his brisk nature. He was getting old - coming up on fifty - and his best years were behind him. He was still incredibly skilled and as scrappy as ever, but he'd lost some of the pep in his step and his speed had slowed. Now, he had to be smarter. In his early days he'd scurry all over the pitch on all fours, quickly apprehending anyone who dared get close to him. Now, he predicted their movements, cut them off, and herded them to wherever he needed them. He had traded his agility for intelligence, and while he was past his prime, he was still one of the best.

On his team going into the second half - or more specifically the third quarter - were three dragons, a stallion, a wolf, and himself, a rat beast. All males, even though it was an intergender sport. They had women on their team, but none of them were on deck for the following stretch.

Rokanoss, the goalkeeper, was a massive, black dragon. His form was long enough to cover the entire end-goal-zone from snout to tip, making him an excellent choice for that role. He wasn't the fastest, but his body was massive and covered their goal perfectly every time.

Nantangitan, Monroe's fellow defensive linebacker, was a bipedal dragon with a robotic arm. Some argued that his mechanical parts should have excluded him from playing, but given how common magic was in the league, it was successfully argued that robotics were on the same level and thus should be permitted. He was buff, thick, and durable in much the same way that Monroe was.

Their center, John, was a wolf. Of the team members, he was the smallest and fastest. He had the agility, the dexterity, and the quick-thinking skills to redirect the ball to any of his teammates in order to get the upper hand. He was the one behind many of the plans that got them the few points they earned and was responsible for the single goal the team had scored this game.

Saethwr the red dragon was a flyer on the right-wing assault position. Flying in Blitzball was a bit of a risk sometimes. Sure, it meant you could get away from ground-dwellers or folks lacking in magic skills, but it put the player at added risk by removing their stability and giving them more room to fall. He usually stayed on the ground unless he was going for a goal, since getting tackled out of the air hurt a whole lot more and was more likely to result in injury.

Finally came Vvilfred, a draft stallion straight out of college. He was the youngest and least experienced of the team but he was quick and had the durability of a defensive linebacker, making him perfect for an assault position. He was still learning, but took direction from John well and knew when to defer to saethwr. All together, the team was nigh unstoppable, even if they needed work on making goals and penetrating past the opponent's defensive line.

They didn't know who would be the defensive line going into this third quarter, so they had planned to simply brute-force their way through until they found out. This was not always a good idea, but sometimes it worked and as long as Monroe and Nantang hung back to ensure the opposing team didn't make it to their goal, all was well. They were in the lead, and they could likely get away with a holding pattern, a defensive gameplay strategy. Monroe preferred being offensive as well - he liked winning by wide margins, not by single goals - but he was part of the defensive line so his job was to defend his goal and Rokanoss, not to worry about getting goals.

Outside the locker room, Monroe and the others could hear - nay, feel - the energy of the crowd in the Capital City. They were in Arrenthen for a tournament, and they were determined to win it. That's why they were facing off against their old rivals, the Jade Emblems. They both came from Saff'Rald and were regularly against one another to determine the top spot from their native nation. The Klyneth Konics often won, but only with a 60/40 ratio. That was why they were facing off in a first-round skirmish, to decide which team would be representing their nation Saff'Rald in the tournament.

Sixteen nations, sixteen teams, but twenty-three teams had arrived. It was time to cut the weak and propel the strong. Monroe and his team were determined to be the strong.

And so, when the sirens rang to indicate it was time to return to the pitch and begin the third quarter - an indicator both to the teams and to the crowds, which may have left their seats to get their concessions - Monroe stood tall and stretched one last time while patting Nantang on the shoulder. "No mercy!" He said with a nod, a look of cameraderie on his face as he did so.

The other chosen teammates for this quarter leaned in, they gave each other mutual fist bumps, and they all jogged out of the locker room together, chasing each other down the corridor to emerge on their side of the pitch with the fans all screaming and cheering for them. Some booed, but since they were in Arrenthen for the tournament while neither of the teams were from the nation, they had no home team bias or fans. To most folks who were in attendance, it was just going to be a good time.

The stadium was huge, deliberately meant to emulated the gladiatorial battles of centuries past. The pitch was on the ground level with the stands wrapped around it with increasing height as it went further away in an oval. Nothing special, but there was a lip at the top going inwards, that way important people could get a better view from specialized viewing balconies. This was where a very regal, noble viewer was known to be watching.

Since this tournament was taking place in the capital city of Arrenthen, the many members of the monarchy had shown up to watch. Before the game had started, announcers made it clear that the king, queen, princess, and prince were all watching, as a joke to make the people not get too rowdy. Video was shown of them waving, with Princess Talba wrapped up under the wing of her new husband, Prince Vaulix. Talba was tiny compared to Vaulix, who was in his own right a massive soldier, on par in size to Monroe himself, as far as Monroe could tell.

Monroe was of course quite a large fellow, standing, head, shoulders, and half his torso taller than the average person. Of course, many athletes were two meters tall or more, as their size was often seen as a huge benefit to anyone in a role that required intense physicality.

Above all else, Monroe was eager to impress the queen. She had a reputation for being a little on the promiscuous side - even after getting married - and part of him really wanted to meet her even if such a thing was likely impossible. What mattered most to him at this time was winning the game and showing once more why he - and by extension the rest of his team - were the dominant force to come out of the nation of Saff'Rald.

"Oh! There he is!" Princess Talba chirped to her husband. The young hippogryph mare had just sat back down after the halftime show in her elevated box-seats high above the blitzball pitch next to her cockatrice husband, Vaulix. She had convinced her family to come to see the tournament, to make it a bonding experience for them all. Her relationship with her parents was fine, but given their status as the ruling family of Arrenthen, they didn't get to see each other all that often.

She could have come on her own or just with her husband, but she figured it was important to at least invite her parents to join her. The king and queen had no plans for this evening, so she managed to convince them to come as well, something they regretted at first but quickly grew to love. As it turned out, both her parents ahd great potential to become blitzball fans; prior to this, neither had paid much attention to the sport and would rather be in international negotiations than in a crowd of hooligans.

Talba in particular had grown fond of a handful of the athletes involved in this game. Their nation had a team, but it was almost entirely made up of equines, avians, and felines. Three species she found quite mundane, as they were the primary races found locally. Saurossins were also common in Arrenthen and its neighbouring nations, which meant it was the canines and particularly Monroe that got her curious. While she acknowledged that species or gender was a rather silly reason to gravitate towards an athlete - any athlete, for that matter - but Monroe in particular caught her attention.

The rat-beast was incredibly rare, as his kind were usually tine. The murian race - made up of all rodents and small mammals - were usually no more than a meter tall, so Monroe being closer to three made him an anomaly among his race and an even rarer bloke as the only murian in the international league. Of course, size alone was not enough to appease the princess; his species also gave him that scrappiness that few of the larger races could hope to compete with.

Monroe had a reputation as a fighter and a brawler. He liked to get messy and had a history of aggression within the sport. Others regularly feared him, and the more Talba read about him and the more she learned of his past the more intriguing he became to her.

So when the second half of the game started, she was fixated almost entirely on Monroe. He had intrigued her, and she had become a huge fan of his despite never actually seeing him live. As a family member of the Arrenthen monarchy, she rarely left the country and therefore never got to watch the shows herself. She just saw the broadcast on TV, often recorded and not live so the spontaneity of the event was lost. Once she learned the tournament was going to be held in her hometown, she knew there was no chance she wouldn't be watching.

"This is gonna be so cool." She said to Vaulix, holding the larger cockatrice's arm tight. "Watch this, the rat guy - Monroe - is going to kick all sorts of tail. He and the dragon Nantang both have the best defense in the league."

Vaulix didn't seem all that interested, but nodded politely regardless. "Nice. So what exactly is the goal here? I mean, I know the sport, get the ball into the enemy's end zone to score a goal, but didn't the last game have like, magical trappings? How do they handle injuries?"

"Oh sweetheart, you should do some research. Yeah, some games have obstacles and custom pitches, but not this one. This tournament is for the purists. Flat ground, nothing special, no handicaps or special rules. Just five on five vying for dominance. This tournament is all about who's the best, not who has the most magical...wait, no. Right, there was some changes. I dunno. Maybe I should do some research, too." She plucked her phone from her kilt pouch and thumbed through a few things to see what the actual rules were. "Ah, here. See? Okay, so the first two quarters have stipulations, but the third and fourth - the second half - are pure. Yeah, that makes sense."

"Sounds like you're getting your bearings as we go. I guess we'll just watch, then?"

Talba nodded before leaning over the edge of their booth to get a better look. "What do you want of me? I only just started getting into the sport a few months ago. Mother and father find it all silly and unbecoming of a princess. I say it's important to know culture and to be a part of our people! Right?" She chirped at her parents, but they were a few seats down the row and not paying attention. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Can't even pay attention for me. I saw them getting excited in the first half. I know they have fun."

Vaulix sat back and crossed his legs, hands on his lap. He, too, wore a kilt - it was traditional for drakes to wear kilts, not so much for mares and hens. Talba was always straddling the thick line between feminine and noble like the princess she was and masculine. Never one to compromise, she was either one of the drakes or the most gorgeous mare in the room. No middle ground, which was much of what Vaulix found so attractive about her. She could be whatever he wanted at any time.

Of course, this manifested in her picking up new hobbies and getting obsessed with little to no impetus. Blitzball was one such subject of her fanaticism. She showed little to no interest in the sport just a year prior upon their marriage, now she was more into it than anyone he knew. It was fun to watch, for him; she always got so passionate about anything she got involved with, and that could be something new any given week. By this point it was almost a game to see if he could keep up with her.

In this case, he could not. That didn't mean he didn't support her. All he could do was calmly sit back and watch with a smile as she lost herself to the frenzy that came alongside an active, passionate crowd of like-minded fans and spectators.

The game's second half wasn't as interesting as the first half, but Talba found herself just as engaged. She cheered as loudly as anyone, pumped her fist into the air to pump up her chosen team - the Klyneth Konics - to do better, and hollered whenever it felt appropriate. Once, she nearly fell over the balcony to the rest of the crowd a half dozen meters down, something Vaulix needed to intervene in to ensure it never came to be.

Monroe's performance was outstanding, as usual. Early in the third quarter, he tackled one of the equine opponents out of a powerful leap, pinning him to the ground and plucking the ball to pass to John, only to end in a failed attempt at scoring on the other team's gryphon goalie. Another highlight had Nantangitan and Monroe double-tackling the biggest dragon on the other team, nearly taking him out of the game entirely.

Up to the quarter-mark that separated the third and fourth quadrants of the game, No goals were scored. In fact, the Jade Emblems didn't even get a single shot at Rokanoss, who eventually started to look bored and make jokes towards the crowd. After this, when the crowd dispersed and came back, Talba noticed that her parents never returned to join them for the final quarter.

"Go figure. And here I thought they were having fun. Oh well, it's not worth getting flustered! What about you?" She turned to Vaulix, then sat on his lap before he had time to respond.

"I'm starting to understand how you can get so lost in this. I'm not sure I care much about the actual outcome, but it's fun to watch. Who are these characters? What's their story?" Vaulix joked, half-way feigning ignorance while also sharing some real curiosities from his perspective.

Talba knew what he was doing but played along. "There's no stories, Vaul. They're athletes. The whole point is to be the best and to win. It's wills vs wills. Strength and skill vs experience and smarts."

"Yes I know, I'm being facetious. I know how sports work, but I think the reason I don't care much for them is that there's no reason to follow. They're just, you know, faceless figures to me. I could be playing a videogame and get the same effect."

"Bah, you suck." She dismissed while still sitting on his lap and hanging off his neck.

Vaulix simply leaned back and laid his hand on her lap, squeezing her thigh. "I think it is you who sucks, m'lady. Well, you try to, anyway."

She narrowed her gaze at him and was about to make a joke when the horns went off to indicate it was time for the final quarter to commence and for the teams and players to collectively return to the stadium. Talba hadn't left during the intermission, so she didn't need to do much of anything when the horns sounded. She just turned her attention back to the pitch, waiting eagerly for Monroe to return.

Before the fourth quarter started, right as each of the team members got in place on their respective sides of the pitch, Vaulix turned to Talba. "You know, I don't get the appeal, but I can kinda see why you're so keen on that rat-bloke. He moves so different than the others. Very interesting."

"Right? Look at that bestial man! He's so good at what he does! He's the only one of his kind in the entire league, you know. I wonder what his cock looks like. Feels like. Tastes like?"

Vaulix could have been upset at this line of curiosities, but instead he just looked down at her and chirped. "Maybe we'll have to find out?"

She simply wagged her hind end at him while she leaned over the barrier at the end of their box-seats, raising her tail to reveal her deep-red, floral panties. "Maybe we shall!"

And just then, the buzzer rang and the fourth quarter had commenced! The centres and forwards positions collided and the ball was tossed around with reckless abandon! John tossed it to Saethwr, who tossed it back to Nantang, then forward to Vvilfred, who dodged and weaved through the opponents to try a shot at the goal via a spinning back kick, more akin to martial arts than team sports! He missed, but it looked great and would make a great post-game highlight!

After that, the match went on as expected, with the ball migrating from one side to the other only to have each team's defensive line stop any attempts at the goal. Both teams were great, but the pair of Monroe and Nantangitan was impenetrable, with Rokanoss so bored he even wandered off the pitch at one point to interact with some of the fans in the first few rows. He was so big and able to step over the barricade that he did exactly that, posing with fans as the team worked behind him!

It was rather humorous to see him do that, and the social media would be hilarious to watch in the aftermath. Unfortunately, it meant that in the closing minutes of the fourth quarter, with Rokanoss half asleep and not paying much attention, the opposing team's hippogryph player actually managed to score a goal by grabbing the ball with her talon and flying over Monroe to crescent-kick it between Rokanoss's wings and neck, tying the game.

This got the crowd absolutely wild after this, cheering and booing in equal measure. Talba was about as passionate as one could possibly imagine, her beak open and spewing spittle as she yelled at this hippogryph for daring to best her favourite player. It was rather hilarious to watch from behind, especially since it meant Vaulix got to see those floral, red panties starting to darken with moisture. She was in the mood, and the passion that grew out of the game had clearly gotten the better of her.

He considered cradling her and stealing her away to have some fun in private, but he knew that if she wanted that she'd ask. Plus, she'd made a passing statement about desiring Monroe, so he knew there was likely some deviant plan percolating in her mind that he was best not interrupting.

Because of this, the last few minutes of the game were hectic. In a tournament, if there was a draw, both teams were forfeit. This meant that both the Klyneth Konics and the Emerald Emblems were on high alert and were in desperation mode. Nobody expected what happened next.

Soon after the ball was tossed into the air for John and the other team's center to grab, Monroe leapt forward and leapfrogged over the canine to grab it out of the air while the other team's center got knocked out of the air and landed hard on the center line. Monroe then barreled forth on all fours with the ball in his mouth, aggressively tackling and taking out the legs of the defensive line only to be swiped by the gryphon in goal. However, he had anticipated this and had tossed the ball back to Saethwr, who was in the air and ready to catch it.

An attempt was made at the goal, but Monroe once again leapt up and intercepted the ball, having seen that the gryphon goalie was expecting that. This confounded every member of the Emerald Emblems, as it looked like the expert defensive linebacker was protecting the wrong goal, but it was clearly a ruse, as he quickly slid-kicked it under the opposing equine to pass the ball to Vvilfred.

The whole play loooked like a perfect double-deflection, but the opposing team's gryphon was on top of it up to this point; the avians were quick thinkers, and this gryphon, although smaller than Rokanoss, was faster. Just as Vvilfred went to do another spinning back kick, he halted himself in midair and redirected his momentum, kicking the ball back to Nantang, who tossed it up in the air and did a volleyball-style spike right at Monroe, who overhead bicycle kicked it to emphasize its speed!

This five-person deflection resulted in a kick so strong it zoomed right past the gryphon goalie and right into the net, nearly breaking the nylon strings that comprised said net. The ball was thick and heavy, not inflated but solid, so the weight actually meant something; it's also why only the biggest, burliest of players could get into blitzball.

Bells rang and the crowd erupted once more, as that entire play from beginning to end was one big highlight reel that would be spoken of during the rest of the tournament. Monroe came out on top, a defensive linebacker getting the final goal of the match! Sure, there was thirty seconds left on the timer after this, but it wouldn't be hard to do a holding pattern, which was exactly what happened.

As soon as the buzzer rang to bring about the last thirty seconds of the game, John simply leapt up and air-kicked the ball back to Rokanoss, who deflected it to Monroe. There, the rat-beast simply played catch with Nantang, keeping the ball away from their opponents the whole time.

And that was it! The game ended with Monroe growling and snarling over the blitzball while his team crowded him and tackled him in place! The crowd was wild, the opposing team was so impressed they came over to shake paws and talons in respect before heading back to their lockers. It was only the first game in a five-round tournament (four officially, with another layer of qualifiers, of which this was the first), but it meant so much! Saff'Rald had some of the best players in the entire world, so for many it was a matter of whoever won this match would be a frontrunner to win it all.

Within minutes of the final goal being scored, the crowd had already begun to disperse and the stadium began to empty. After a few minutes of on-field celebration, the Klyneth Konics did the same, disappearing to the locker rooms.

Talba could have either rushed out with her husband to utilize her arousal, or she could have done what she ended up doing. She turned to Vaulix and grabbed his hand, holding him in close and guiding his fingers up under her kilt to see how moist she had become. "I wanna meet him. Take me?"

Vaulix knew what this meant - he had been anticipating it - so he simply smirked. "Which?"

"Monroe. That final goal? Mmph! Yes please. Get me to see him, I want him to sign my beak."

The two shared a brief moment, basking in the lingering muskiness of Vaulix as well as the sweet arousal of Talba; both wanted to meet this star athlete and would do anything to make it happen.

Of course, with them being royalty, it made sense it was not as difficult as either expected.

Monroe found himself once again in the same position he was in at halftime, sitting on the bench in the locker room with a hot, wet towel over his head. He was getting congratulations and back-pats from his teammates who were all astounded that his plan actually worked! Even the coach, a blue and purple dragon known as Jayri, was shocked.

This wasn't out of the ordinary for Monroe. Not in the least. While his primary skills revolved around the brute force gifted to him given his status as a beastly variant of his race, he often fell back onto more visceral solutions to his troubles when in a bind. He may have preferred brawn over brains, but he had both to spare and a mind for the sport. His decades of experience kept him humble - in that he didn't boast or brag about his feats, instead choosing to silently accept the praise and go about his day - but that didn't mean he didn't love hearing the many compliments hurled at him in the showers.

So it was quite strange to him that, as he sat there on the bench with the hot towel draped over his head, all the chatter and admiration came to a sudden and dead stop. This left only the splashes of shower water cascading over bodies and hitting the floor as the sole sounds surrounding him. Curious, Monroe peeled the towel off his face to see what was going on and was greeted by a peculiar sight.

Standing in the entryway to the locker room was a petite, gold and cream coloured hippogryph gal wearing an ornate-looking kilt with a tall, green and black coloured hippogryph also wearing a kilt behind her. A random fan showing up in the locker room after a game would have been the sort of thing security would have halted before it happened, but every single player on the team knew exactly who this was. They may not have been from Arrenthen, but they were familiar enough to recognize the local monarchy. The two that stood tall before each of the athletes were Princess Talba and Prince Vaulix, heirs to the throne of Arrenthen.

Most of the teammates remained silent, not sure what to say or how to respond to this, so Monroe addressed them. "What brings you two to our showers? Looking for an autograph?"

Talba stepped forward and reached into the front pouch of her kilt, pulling out a pleated wallet. "Sort of. I am looking to get some alone time with Sir Monroe of Klyneth."

Such a declaration made Monroe raise an eyebrow, not sure how to respond. He just leaned on his knee and cracked a smile at her, hoping her desires involved getting a little closer. However, before he could say anything or invite the princess onto his lap, coach Jayri stepped forward to put himself between his players and the two invaders.

"Sorry, princess, but this is a sacred place. We were about to do our post-game rituals, which I'm sure you understand the value of. Plenty of the Klyneth Konics love their rituals, you know?" He wasn't trying to be rude or nasty, but was pretty insistent on having the duo leave the locker room.

Monroe spoke up before Talba or Vaulix could counter. "Ah, it's alright, coach. Let them get some autographs or whatever. She's royalty, after all."

"Actually, I don't want autographs. I just want one." Talba pointed to Monroe. "The rest of you can leave. Here, I'll give you each a hundred gold if you leave." She waved around a stack of crisp bills to show she wasn't lying.

There was a brief minute of stunned silence before Nantang stepped forward - still wrapped in a towel with his bulge clearly visible underneath it - and grabbed a stack of ten bills from her hand before sauntering out of the locker room. More silence followed before the rest of the team members aside from Monroe did the same thing. As a result, Jayri just sighed and rolled his eyes before taking his cut and following them all without saying another word.

As they were all star athletes, one hundred gold was by no means enough to make a huge change in their bank accounts but it was enough to ensure each and every one of them could indulge themselves for a week or so at the sleaziest or classiest establishments in town. It was a lot of money, even if it was nowhere near the jade-level funds they got as part of their contracts.

"So, princess, what brings you to the lockers, today? I can think of a few reasons, but I sort of want to hear it from you." He shifted his position so that his massive balls slid over the side of the bench, barely visible under the edge of the towel he still wore. He made eye contact with her to see if she caught a glimpse, and was disappointed to see that she didn't even look down.

"Well, aren't you full of yourself?" Talba shot back, still staring him directly in the eyes. Her irises were a bright, glowing emerald colour, twinkling with devious intent that pierced him.

But he wasn't in the mood to be challenged. "You're right I'm full of myself. You saw that play, you saw how I played. You know I'm the reason our team won and you're the one who put in so much effort and coin into getting some alone time with me. So get to telling me what you want before I walk out, too. Or if you'd prefer, I can fight your namby-pamby boy toy there and take you as my reward." He was salty, but only because he was actually a little nervous and he hated feeling that way. Monroe lived a life of confidence and self-assurance, he rarely if ever felt anything even close to resembling insecurity. This was only triggering such a response because he was dealing with royalty, not just some pal he could punch or push away with impunity.

And yet, at the same time, he'd never been so excited. The air was thick with the sweet scent of desire, which told him exactly what he needed to know about the princess's intent even if she didn't seem to be willing to admit it. He just wanted her to say so in order to make a move.

Talba just laughed at him. Not a scoff or a chuckle, but a full-bodied bellow with hands on her belly and beak agape as she leaned back into her stoic husband's chest fluff. "Oh, wow! You're so full of spunk, aren't ya?" She grinned and got herself under control. "You don't need to be so competitive, you know. Trust me, I know what you did, what you can do, and what you contributed to your team's victory today. That's exactly why we're here. Lemme show you." The princess then put her wallet back in her kilt pouch and pulled out a thick, black marker and twirled it between her fingers.

At the same time, Prince Vaulix patted her on the shoulder and leaned down to whisper something in her ear before turning to walk out of the locker room. This left Talba and Monroe alone, next to the bench with steam billowing out from the showers behind them. She continued to twirl the marker between her fingers as she stepped close to Monroe, still staring him in the eyes.

"All this for an autograph? What do you want me to sign?" Monroe asked, his voice deepening unconsciously and the ragged mane around his neck standing on end. He was getting into a place of feral lust and desire while also struggling to keep a modicum of self control over himself; the last thing he needed was to let his wild side take over when alone with the princess.

She stepped closer, eventually coming to straddle his one knee, still staring him in the eye. She was as tall while standing as he was sitting, so their eyes were at the same height. "Not what. Where."

Monroe raised an eyebrow and growled to himself as he glanced up and down her form. "Where indeed? Kinda hard to sign fur or feathers, my lady."

"My beak." She tapped herself on the crest right as she squatted down to sit on his knee, revealing to him that she was not wearing panties underneath the kilt by the patch of moisture that soaked into his thigh fur. Not only did it tell him she was bottomless, but it also confirmed his suspicions about her intent. This only made things more complicated for him.

Only once she sat upon his lap with all her weight on his thigh did he take the marker from her hands and give her what she wanted. He scribbled his signature on one side of her beak right close to the cere - the fleshy bit that lined its outer rim - then delicately turned her head so he could write his motto on the other side, nearly symmetrical to his signature. He wanted to do more, to make a move, but he was still a little worried that his carnal, feral lust might take over and make him do things that couldn't be undone. He was a competitive athlete, full of testosterone and eager to take what pleasure he thought was his, but even he knew better than to force himself on royalty.

Especially royalty who's husband was just outside of the room, waiting for him. He wanted her but knew he couldn't have her, even if the risk was worth it. Balancing the pros and cons of the situation proved to be far more complicated than he may have initially thought. Fortunately for him - and realistically equally fortunate for her - he was able to keep himself under control even as she started to grind against his leg and make cooing noises.

"So is that it?" Talba asked, hands on his chest and legs straddling his. "I was kind of hoping for something a bit more. I just paid your teammates thousands of gold coinage so I could get you alone and even sent my husband out just for you. Have you never been with a groupie before?"

Monroe clicked his tongue and chattered his massive, gnarled teeth. "Many. Too many to count. Ain't none of them royalty, though. And I don't think any of 'em would be brash enough to try to get a piece of me with their husband just outside the room." He was trying to dissuade her, but with each passing second he was getting more and more reluctant to take the responsible way out. The longer he sat there, basking in the sweet scent of her desire, the harder it became for him to resist.

His will was waning, and the princess seemed acutely aware of this.

Talba continued to grind against his thigh, shifting closer to his body with each few motions. "Don't you worry too much about him. He can have me any time from now until we perish. You're only in town for the tournament and I'd hate for you to leave without me getting to feel what it's like to be taken by such a prestigious athlete." She pulled herself in close and grabbed him by the chest hair with one hand while her other hand pressed against his towel, purposefully teasing through the fabric to get him hard and caress his length. Mostly, though, she just felt the soft mounds of his ballsack, a huge pair big enough to be mistaken for pillows or blitzballs.

He scoffed a bit. "Princess, as much as I'd love to have you, I really don't think it's a good idea." Hearing those words come out of his mouth shocked even him, but he stuck to his morals. He knew what he could and could not get away with and was not looking to be manipulated.

"Why not? My cunt's just as wet as any groupie's, isn't it?" She pulled her hand away from his towel and peeled back the front of her kilt, revealing her plump, soaking-wet, pink-fleshed pussy lips, then winked her clit like a mare to spread a small puddle of her fluids onto his thigh. "You're not gay, are ya? If so, I can get Vaulix in here to warm you up?"

"I'm not gay, and I'm not shy." Monroe growled as he grabbed her by the waist and forced her back so that her pussy was on his knee instead of halfway up his thigh. "I just don't think it's a good idea. You're a princess and I'm...well, look at me. I'm a beast of a blitzball player. I'm easily four times your size, my cock could split you in two and the last thing I need is the Royal Guard forcin' their way into the locker rooms to put an end to my career for killin' the princess. I'm sure your pussy's wonderful and all that, but if I wreck it like I wreck my groupies' pussies, there could be consequences."

She paused for a moment, slowly nodding as he gave his explanation. "I respect that. I get you. But I think you've misunderstood a thing or two, here. I mean, I'm not gonna force anything on ya if you really don't want to, but did you see my husband? Vaulix is a big boy, I'm not averse to being with well-endowed partners. I'm part mare, you know. You may not be from around here but I'm sure even you know that horse pussy is insatiably hungry. We can handle a lot more than you might think. More than anything else, I've never been with a rat-beast before. I'd love to see what you're packin', one way or another." She lifted his towel to steal a glance.

He didn't stop her. Quite the contrary, he leaned back and spread his legs to better show off the girthy shaft that flopped over his bulbous ball sack. "Well, I am sure your husband is big, but I doubt he's as rough as I am." He cautioned, still testing to see if she was as into it as she appeared.

Talba just clicked her beak. "Rough? Vaulix used to be in the military. The drake can get rough when he wants to, and I often have to ask him for more. Look, champ, I know I'm part avian but I promise you the parts that matter for you are all mare. So, are you gonna take me, or not? I kinda feel like you owe me. Somehow. Not sure how, but I'll think up something."

"Are you blackmailing me?"

"Skies above, no. I just wanna take you for a ride. Why are you making this so hard? I figured you'd jump on an opportunity to be with someone like me. You are aware I'm the future queen, right?"

Monroe nodded and growled to himself. "I am aware, yes. And trust me, I'd love to. The problem is that you don't know me. I can't guarantee you won't get hurt. If you were anyone else I'd gladly take you whether my teammates were here or not; but you're a princess and if I leave a mark on you I'm going to spend the rest of the tournament in the castle dungeons or something. I love it when I get to be rough, but I'm not stupid enough to-"

"Stop talking." Talba interrupted as she hopped back on his lap so that both of her knees were nestled into his hips, exposed vulva hovering just over top of the bulge that contained both his cock and massive balls. "Stop talking and stop making excuses. Vaulix is outside, if you hurt me he'll heal me. His role in the military was that of a healer, he's very good at fixing me up. Trust me on this one, he's well aware of what I want and how much damage you could do. I have no doubt in my mind he's prepared to help me out if I need it. So, stop making excuses and show me why you're the best." Her eyes glared directly into his, twinkling as the light behind him flickered. The princess's beak was agape and her tongue tip hung out the end of her maw, drooling onto Monroe's towel.

He was about to say something, to offer one final word of warning to her before he let his feral side take over, when she grabbed the towel from around his waist and tore it out from between them, tearing the fabric and tossing the ripped rags onto the ground while leaving him fully exposed. His member was at half mast, thick as it could go but still soft as it drooped over the crest of his ball sack; the pink shaft was moist and throbbing, dripping precum onto the tile floor beneath him.

This brief moment of surprise washed over him putting the rat-beast in a catatonic state for a matter of seconds before his carnal switch was flipped and he let his bestial side take over.

Instantly, he grabbed Talba by the neck as he got to his feet, slamming her into a nearby locker so that her feet and long tail were dangling a half meter off the ground. He cradled her haunch with his free hand and pressed his body close to hers as he growled right into her face, warning her of what she had gotten herself into.

Much to his shock and delight, she didn't squirm or yell or kick. On the contrary, she grinned and cooed at him as she kept eye contact, idly grinning as she brought both her knees up to her chest so she could rest her foot-talons on his waist. "Finally, took you long enough."

"Is this not too much?" He growled through gritted teeth, cock throbbing to full mast underneath the opening to her kilt. He was ready to use it while only the faintest sliver of his lucidity had control over his options. If she kept challenging him or being so aggressive, he knew he would lose control sooner rather than later. "If it's too much, you have to let me know, because once I go past a certain point you're sort of along for the ride."

She twisted and flexed her neck with a lot more strength than appeared to be possible from such a small frame in order to crane her face in close to hers. "Do your worst. I told you, I've got a professional healer waiting outside, if you go too far he'll know and he'll do his thing. Who knows, maybe he might even share."

Literally every single word she spoke to him triggered and unraveled another layer of his bestial nature, bringing him one micro-step closer to loser control. However, upon the revelation that Vaulix was willing to share actually made Monroe divert his facilities to a more territorial place; it wasn't just enough to have her, he needed to mark her. She had given him the freedom he needed to do as he wished with little to no limits. He wouldn't dare squander that, as it was not only something he was rarely granted but something he'd need if he was going to be with Princess Talba.

Monroe had always fantasized about being with royalty, one way or another. He knew there was a significant difference between fantasy and reality, so he hadn't ever planned on actually being in a situation such as this and furthermore was not prepared to deal with the situation in a healthy manner. As such, his carnal, feral, base instincts took over in order to best facilitate the dream come true offered to him with such aplomb. He wouldn't waste this, and he wouldn't hold back.

She had quite directly begged him for it, demanded all he had to offer even after he warned her from multiple angles that he wasn't sure it was a good idea. There was no going back.

Without wasting a single second, Monroe grabbed his cock and slammed Talba to the locker a second time, holding her by the neck and keeping her raised off the ground as he guided himself up under her kilt. It didn't take him much work at all to find his mark, as her pussy was soaking wet and throbbing plump, practically funnelling him into her as his bulbous tip found her slit. With one violent thrust, he forced himself into her, his girth stretching her with ease as their combined fluids kept them both slick with arousal. He could feel her walls shaking as she struggled to handle his girth, followed by a twitching tension as her equine clit winked and she released a stream of fluids down the top of his length to soak his belly and balls.

"Thaaaaat's what I wanted." She cooed as she tossed her head back against the metal of the locker. She grabbed Monroe by the scruff of the neck and curled her talons into his hips, practically begging him for more. She actually drew some blood with her claws, but this only served to further excite Monroe, as he was the type to get more excited the rougher he and his partner grew.

He quickly found that he no longer needed to cradle her haunches to keep her at the optimal height, so he let go of her hip with his free hand and used it to pin her head to the locker, cheek-first so she couldn't move. Once she was properly pinned, he slammed his hips up into her once again, burying every inch of his cock in her cunt, slapping his sheath to her lips. He even felt something tight deep inside her squeezing his cock tip before letting it slip just a little bit deeper; he must have forced himself into her womb, something he vaguely remembered about equine anatomy - they were one of the few able to take cocks past their cervixes.

Another, immensely hot circumstance to his impromptu session that urged him to continue.

As much as Monroe wanted - nay, needed - to keep control of himself, the situation was quickly getting out of control. There was something immensely taboo about taking a queen, even moreso with her husband and prince just outside listening. In fact, it was the realization that Vaulix was outside waiting that urged Monroe to his next wave of aggression.

The rat-beast leaned into Talba and bit down on her neck with enough force to puncture flesh, holding her in place with his teeth as he brought both his hands down to grab her by the hips for extra leverage. Once he had a firm grip on both ends, he slammed into her with all his might, pumping that long, cylindrical cock of his in and out of her, each buck a full stroke from as deep as he could to go having all of himself out of her aside from his head, which rested just beyond her plump, tender lips.

She squirmed against his touch and bucked in time with his motions, accentuating his every move by pushing back and squeezing at just the right time. He was being rough, but she was enjoying every second of it and bringing him to the brink pretty quickly. To stop him before he pumped her womb full of rat seed, she leveraged her legs and pushed against his chest, the flexing of her muscles squeezing his cock inside her even tighter. He used this to resist her, but princess Talba was far stronger in the legs than he was expecting, which meant she was successfully able to pry him off her.

His teeth tore from her neck and his cock slipped out of her with an audible pop and squelch before having him stumble backwards over his thick, naked tail onto the bench. Talba landed on her talons, claws scraping the tile of the floor as she got her grip, one hand on her neck to stem the bleeding. Monroe's neck bite was pretty bad, but it didn't do as much damage as it might have to anyone else. She was pretty durable - the equine in her saw to that - and she knew just enough magic to seal the wounds before making another move.

This left her with crusty red patches of blood on her neck and shoulder, which she immediately brushed off as best she could. She wasn't totally healed, but she had made enough progress to get back to work. While staring Monroe in his dulled, feral eyes, she peeled out of her kilt and tossed the garment to the side, revealing her fully nude form as she stepped over top of him. Her pussy had gone from the fleshy pink of its natural state to a deep red tanks to how aggressive he had already been, her vulva throbbing and swollen in anticipation as her loins clenched and her clit winked.

She stood over him with a glare of sinister intent, giving him a moment to think about what he'd done before she hopped up on him and pinned him on his back while on top of the changing bench. She grabbed him by the scruff with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other, using his scruff as leverage as she aimed his member and slowly descended upon it, swallowing all but the last bit of it between her meaty mare pussy lips in a single motion.

With her squatting down on him, talons on either side of his hips and hand twisting his chest scruff, she grinned and cooed at him, gloating. "Told you I could handle it. You're big, but I'm just as experienced as your sluttiest groupies. So try me." As she spoke, she stared into his souls, never breaking eye contact while slowly bouncing on and grinding against his member, using his length to stir her loins. She winced a bit as she felt the tip pop into and out of her womb, lurching through the tight passage of her cervix every time. She may have been a mare, able to handle that sort of thing, but it was still a bit uncomfortable. That was never fully going to go away, so she learned to love it.

At the same time, Monroe found himself once again losing his lucidity to the physical sensations of having the hippogryph princess bouncing on his lap, her depths stroking and tugging his member with each jovial bounce. He couldn't help but grab her hips and pull down on her, aggressively bucking up into her from his position underneath her. The full-lengthed strokes along his member stirred deep within him, coaxing a little bit more each and every time until he quickly came to realize it was his time to take control again. He was happy to have Talba take point, but he liked it better.

He grabbed her by her breast plumage - hippogryphs lacked mammaries, so her 'breasts' were simply mounds of thick, fluffy feathers - and rolled over so that she was on her back on the ground next to the bench. He slammed his fist down next to her head and growled with such intensity that he drooled on her beak, the saliva nearly messing up the autograph he'd left on her beak. When she rubbed it off, the scribbles remained untainted, showing she must have used a permanent marker. This willing self-marking urged him to become a bit more adventurous.

Monroe hadn't asked permission and Talba had given no indication she was interested, but the beast of a rat was so lost in his lust that he didn't even think twice before angling his hips low enough that his bulging cock tip pressed down against the base of her tail. He smeared his natural lubricant as well as a dollop of her own leakage against her pert, round pucker and bucked his hips to force himself to pop back in, his girth dilating her and making her squirm.

Talba wasn't in pain. She was a little uncomfortable - in a different way than she had felt with his cock penetrating her cervix - but it was exactly the sort of thing that made her toe claws curl and her beak click in delight. She wrapped her legs around the athlete's thick waist and locked her ankles around his hips, pulling him in more as she arched her back and braced herself against one of the nearby, bolted-down benches. Her goal, her hope, was to get the right angle so he could pound her hind end with the same overzealous enthusiasm he'd given her cunt. If he could do that, she'd melt.

And do that he did. To him, a hole was a hole and Talba's depths were stunningly roomy, soft, and just the right amount of tight. She was stretchy and malleable, but she never seemed to lose the muscle control that allowed her to squeeze and release and clench in waves to best pleasure him alongside his every move. His mind barely meandered past the thought, but he did find it uncanny how expertly she was milking him and how eager and willing she was, considering her stature.

He was unable to articulate what about her behaviour was so uncanny, all he knew for sure was that it turned him on and urged him to keep going with little to no regard for what might come of it. He kept his grip on her hip with his other hand reaching around her to grab her tail, using both for leverage as he snarled and thrust as hard as he could, plowing through her backside and slamming his hips to hers with his length completely buried in her tailhole.

She grinned at him and clicked her beak, smirking while staring into his soul with her glistening emerald eyes. Her tail was flagged high, its long and luxurious hair cascading over either side of his thighs, each of her talons gripping his hips as she squatted down on top of him. HE wasn't in her cunt anymore, she had taken every bit of him in her tail hole and was sitting on his lap while he dug his gnarled, twisted claws into her haunches and gripped the base of her tail. She wiggled a bit, never once taking her eyes off him as she did so. "How's that, tiger?" She winked seductively, waiting for him to make another move.

In a last-ditch effort to maintain his tangential link to sentience, Monroe took a moment to slip two fingers down under her tail, deliberately and sensually caressing her bulging pucker as it dilated and expanded around his shaft. To his delight, she was a perfect combination of snug and malleable, with no sense of being too tight or being too lose. He could feel every feature of his own member through her distended flesh and was able to slip his fingers in next to his shaft with ease, but all she had to do was clench and flex her rump muscles and it would force his digits out with a spurt of bodily fluids and beastly precum.

That little bit of extra he felt before she clenched was enough to really make him wonder just how rough he could get with her. He knew her role in the native monarchy, but her equine flesh and apparent experience turned her into a challenge for him. He'd been with plenty of ladies in the past, bigger and smaller than him - mostly smaller - and so few could handle his size and vigour. Yet, here was a princess - one usually seen as being delicate and soft - riding him like he was just another castle servant. She was bouncing on his cock, clenching and relaxing in perfect time with her motions, taking complete control over the situation in a way he never expected to enjoy as much as he was.

But something felt off. Wrong. He preferred being in control, dominating the situation. He was the linebacker of the team, but also one of the chief strategists. He needed to be in control, having that taken away from him was sacrilege to him. Yet, at the same time, it was refreshing. He was being given pleasure without him having to put in work to earn it, which was nice but also uncanny. Nothing quite felt right, yet everything was so pleasant for him. So much so that he barely even noticed when the Princess shifted positions while he had drifted off into his fantasy with his eyes closed.

Talba, noticing he was drifting off on the bench, spun around so that she was perched on his lap but looking away from him, her golden yellow tail hair draped over his bulky chest. Her pussy was still leaking and swollen, puffy pink and red from his abuse, but she wanted to see just how much fun he could have with her hind quarters.

Once she was in the reverse cowgirl position, she inched forward so that both of her hands were on his knees and both of her golden talons were wrapped around his upper thighs, hind talon curled around and kneading at the base of his huge balls as she did so. Her rump was throbbing, clenching, squeezing, and pushing down on him with each movement, accompanied by a slight bounce. She was an absolute expert on cock riding, and was happy to show off her skills as he struggled with his own desires between wanting to take control and wanting to let her have her way.

When he finally opened his eyes to see her booty and haunches hovering over him, her eyes glancing back over her shoulder at him, he knew he needed to take control again. He grabbed the base of her tail with one hand once more, then wrapped his huge, powerful hand around her hip to force her off balance and completely onto his lap, ensuring her pucker kissed his sheath and her pussy lips smeared all over his ball sack. She struggled to regain balance, but he resisted her.

To his shock, however, the Princess shifted her weight and got back to a squatting position even as he tugged on her tail, stealing back her balance and power before flexing the muscles in her legs to slowly ascend off his length. She pushed out with her pelvic muscles as she did so, sure to caress his length with her rippling anal folds before his cock tip popped out and a stream of gooey mucous trickled out from her rose and down his shaft. She then grabbed his cock, collected the trail of slime she'd squeezed out onto him, and used it to smear all over her pussy lips before aiming his tip into her cunt once more. With one fluid motion, she took his entire length to her cervix once more, this time while grunting and pushing on him with enough force to keep her pucker dilated and the pink petals of her anal rose peeking out.

Monroe had never met someone that did this with him without him being the one guiding it. The image of her growing rosebud in front of him pulsating in time with his own cock throbbing was entirely too much for him to resist. He collected some of the slime that trickled out of her rose - mostly just anal mucous but a bit of precum and residual cunt fluid from when he slammed that part of her - and smeared it all over his one hand, lubricating himself.

Next, he grabbed the base of her tail and clenched tight for leverage as he slipped two fingers into her. He struggled to find the passage deeper within her exposed rosebud - any of the folds could have guided him to her depths - but once he did he was not shy about adding fingers and slipping them in with the first two. Once he had all four fingers on his one hand buried past the knuckle in her rump folds, he pried her flesh to the side and slipped his thumb in, testing her limits.

Talba glanced back over her shoulder again and raised her eyebrow. "Someone's a little curious. Go ahead; the more you can stuff me, the better." She wasn't being coy or silly, just upright and simple for his benefit. As she spoke, she clenched her loins and then pushed down, making her bowels fold outward so that her bright red, wrinkled flesh swallowed up more of his fingers.

All the while, Monroe was mostly focused on whether or not his massive, massive hands would fit in her. His cock was thick but tapered and relatively lacking in texture, so it slid into both front and back with relative ease; his fists were rough, had patches of hair all over, and tipped with gnarled rat-beast claws, so he had to be a little careful. He could feel the ring of muscle just past her pucker squeezing his knuckles as he ground his fist into her, stopping him from going any deeper. However, this was by no means enough to stop him.

He kept a firm grip on her tail and pulled while extending his arm, forcing his fist past her pucker with an audible squelch and a pop as her rosebud folded back up inside her. He watched as her light peach flesh slid down his hand and came to rest, clenching and pulsating around his wrist, leaking slime down his forearm. This impressed him, as her relatively tiny form should not have been able to take his cock, let alone his fist; sure, he knew mares were more malleable than bitches or hens of any kind, but even with that considered he was impressed. Part of him drifted to wondering just how big Vaulix actually was, if she could take his fist so easily.

Of course, the longer he worked her and the rougher he got, the harder it became to keep control of himself. As he stirred her rump with his fist, he could actually feel the throbbing bulge of his cock pressing up against his palm through the barrier of rump and pussy flesh that divided her two holes. He tried to wrap his thumb and pinkie around himself to stroke, but was stopped when Talba started bouncing up and down on his cock and fist, nearly tugging herself off him in both instances. The angle was challenging to navigate, so he almost had her pucker yank off his hand and would have had he not balled his fist up inside to form a knot that tied her to him, at least temporarily.

She kept riding him in that position, slamming herself down on his lap to take all of his length while also grinding and gyrating against his fist, a motion that also aided his cock in stirring her loins. Her clit winked, both of her holes leaked various fluids onto his crotch, and she seemed to have all the stamina in the world to keep going.

Unfortunately for her, Monroe really wanted to take control again and his feral side was stealing it from him once more. Since she was so happy with what was going on and seemed to handle what he had to give, he let this part of him completely wrest control from his more lucid side.

He got to a sitting position with her still on top of him, worming his way out from under her with his cock in her cunt and fist in her ass, forcing her to fall flat on her face on the bench, having lost her perch upon his thighs. Her beak - which was still covered in the signature - smacked off the metal of the bench as she flailed to get control once more by grabbing the bars on the side and using her inner thighs to grip the platform.

"You mind warning me a bit next time?" She protested while prone on her belly, the pressure of her body weight squeezing her lower abdomen to make her holes tighter, his cock and fist squeezed with more pressure inside her. When she glanced back, she saw that he was snarling and literally drooling on her back, his eyes fully dilated to show just how far gone he'd allowed himself to go. She should have been scared, but she loved that. She visited the stables often and enjoyed letting the dragon and gryphon residents there have their way with her, so she knew how to handle ferals.

She hoisted up her hindquarters as best she could, struggling against the pressure he put on her to eventually end up on her knees with her chest down on the bench. Her tail was flagged high, her rump literally aiming upwards at him, and her pussy comfortably wrapped around his length. All was perfectly well, until he decided he wanted more.

Rather than just thrust and buck into her, slamming his cock tip past her cervix and into her womb, Monroe took a moment to test her limits. Most notably, what her backside could handle. Even with his one fist inside her, he felt he could get more and his carnal desires urged him forth without any reservations. He collected some of her natural lubricant from the base of his cock - which was a foam, given how roughly and persistently he was slamming into her - and smeared it over his other fist, with only a moment to spare before wiggling all four of his fingers past her pucker alongside his wrist.

Talba chirped at him and clenched, but then relaxed enough to let him pass. This bit of leeway was not needed - he was going to force it either way - but it helped.

He had absolutely no problem dilating her perfect, plump pucker wider as he slipped his hand past her opening and up under her tail, his second set of knuckles lurching past her rump with ease. His second fist joined his first, so he intertwined his fingers into one huge fist, one that certainly would not be coming out. With this manual tie, he started pounding her, barely even focusing on what his cock was doing in her snug pussy. The extra pressure from his second hand mixed with her own pussy pulsations and vaginal contractions brought him right to climax within seconds. Both of his fists were entwined, buried past the wrist, while he leaned over her and buried his cock as deep as it could go, his pulsating length pumping shot after shot of his seed directly into her womb.

He growled, he snarled, and he bent over her to put as much of his weight onto her as he could to better pin her down even as his fists clenched and his cock throbbed inside her. Monroe was in carnal bliss, but he wasn't expecting what came next.

Talba grunted and curled her toes as his sudden burst of energy manifested inside her. She clenched her pelvic muscles and pushed with all her might, constricting his cock tighter than it had ever been squeezed before, maintaining his climax even after he'd shot his load while also pushing out with her rump. Likewise, her booty resisted his fists, but unlike her pussy - which was uniform in its clench - her booty started deep and pushed out in waves, forcing his knot-like double-fist to press out against the inside of her pucker, dilating it and distending her flesh until she forced him out with a glorious squelch and deep, guttural whorl that brought with it her insides folding out.

Her entire last segment of her bowels was hanging outside her, balled up and swollen as she grunted with all her might. Its deep-red folds of flesh draped over the side of Monroe's cock base, drooling rump juices all over his ballsack and soaking his upper thighs.

His post-climax bliss was staved off, as the clench of her loins and the visual of her insides coming out to smear him with rump slime kept him in a state of perpetual orgasm. Still, in his lusty state of mind, he had just enough unrestrained fantasy bubbling forth to pull his still ejaculating length out of her to glaze that ruby-red flesh of hers.

Monroe carefully grabbed her bowels and held them in place as he spewed shot after shot of rat-beast seed onto her fleshy petals, smearing it all over before gently easing his way towards the very end of it all. There, he rubbed his tip into her opening and wiggled it around until he found the right angle; once he was comfortable, he wrapped both hands around her flesh and pumped himself in as deep as he could go, using her bowels as a masturbation sleeve.

All the while, Talba remained whimpering, he cunt contracting and clit winking in pure delight. The absolute bestial nature of his actions was triggering all sorts of her most intense fantasies, something even Vaulix seemed unable or unwilling to indulge her. He was always so kind, so gentle. Monroe's intensity was far and beyond rougher than her lover ever got - which was why so visited those stables every few days. She hardly even noticed that her bowels had inverted and were hanging out far enough to envelop the entirety of his length. All she knew was that he was being rough with her and refusing to give her any leeway whatsoever. Which was perfect.

Of course, this was never enough for Monroe. He was so lost in the moment he grabbed her by the ankle and flipped her over again, slamming her down on her back with his cock still inside her rosebud, only the tip of it past her unfolded pucker. It was never enough for Monroe; he may have climaxed already, but he had more to offer her, more to demand of her.

Once she was on her back, still only half lucid due to being lost in a perpetual state of orgasmic bliss, she spread her legs and started rubbing her winking clit with her fingers, tugging it and spreading the blend of her own lubricant with the cum he'd deposited inside her seeping out. She had been pounded so hard that her meaty, usually-taut lips were loose and sloppy, unable to hold his essence inside her. This was fine. She was fine. She didn't worry about it, the locker room floors were made of tile and easy to clean up.

With his cock still in her rose, he leaned over her and eased himself into her as deep as he could go, folding her bowels back up to their proper location inside her. His balls slapped her hips, and as he growled at her he drooled all over her chest and neck, snarling all the while. He even went so far as to grab her by the throat and hold her there while thrusting into her, pummelling her bowels as he did so.

Talba stared right up at him with a grin, but then grabbed his wrist and peeled it away from her throat with deceptive strength, enough even to counter him with ease despite him being far, far larger than her. She was so intense with her stare that he had no choice but to peel his gaze away from the bulge forming in her belly to meet her eyes and stop thrusting.

Somewhat frustrated, he snapped at her, teeth gnashing just above her beak only to have her grab his snout with both hands and forcefully shut his maw, nearly catching his tongue as she did so.

"Be nice, boy." She chastized, then wrapped her legs around his waist. "Don't you have some stuffing to do?" Her clit winked again, this time with just enough force to squirt onto his belly, her sweet feminine scent coating his fur there and soaking into him.

In truth, he didn't quite know what to do next or where to go from here. He was ready to just slam her while holding her down, but she had somehow resisted that and stopped him from doing so. His mind wasn't quite lucid enough to know where to go next or what she meant by stuffing her - he was already balls-deep in her, what more could he do?

But, as he leaned back to survey the situation, his positioning with his cock deep in her ass loosened up her cunt and spread her lips just enough to gape, creating a void of a cavern right to her open womb. The lighting in the room allowed him to see the puddle of his own essence trickling out from her gaping cervix, which gave him an idea. Without wasting a single second, Monroe leaned back over her and forced his fist into her cunt, balling his hand up while flexing his bicep in a curl, his knuckles grinding against her walls from within, enough force applied to hoist her off the bench. The combination of her fluids, his seed, and the slime her bowels had left on his hands was perfect for him.

Deeper and deeper he went, curling and squirming around until he felt his knuckles pressed against her cervixal opening, her lips wrapped tightly around his forearm just below the elbow. Curious and eager, he used this second hand in much the same way he had with her rump, sliding his fingers down his forearm to force his second hand inside her. Unlike her ass, her cunt was uniform in tightness, so there was no lurch once he got past her opening; he just had to keep pushing and walking his fingers down his own arm until he was able to press his knuckles up against her most sensitive region just below her clit inside.

She was lost in the intensity of it all, clenching her loins, gyrating her hips, pushing up against his invading arms, and winking her clit to caress every bit of him, never once breaking her glare up at him with her intense, emerald eyes. Her beak remained agape, tongue out as she splayed her hands out for extra leverage and balance as she pushed back, rump massaging his cock and cunt struggling to handle both of his fists pumping in and out of her.

By this point, Monroe was just lost in the carnal lust that came with his base instincts. Well, the instincts that came with pure, sexual gratification. He alternated his fists inside her, each of his hands punching her womb while taking turns grinding against the roof of her pussy, each one nearly popping out of her only to slide back in, a little bit deeper and a little bit closer to the other.

He just kept going like that, barely even thrusting but focusing on what he could do to her cunt by pumping both fists into her, punching her depths like she was a training bag! It was almost silly, had it not been so sexy to him, the persistent squelching and sputtering of her flesh and fluids taking in and forcing out air in between each and every motion. All of that was accentuated by her whimpers, chirps, and grunts as she struggled and pushed down, alternately clenching and relaxing to resist him and open up for him, inviting him deeper and rougher.

Then, in a sudden pop, his punching fist slammed against her cervix at the exact same time she pushed down, clenching her abdomen and resisting him as hard as she could go. The combined thrust and push descended her womb, allowing her cervix to slide over his balled up fist and clench around his wrist, locking him in place with his other fist grinding against her G-spot.

Such a combination of pressure and kinkery once again brought Monroe to another climax. His own thrusting fists were massaging his cock inside her rump, adding to the pressure and stroking him with every punch. It was a perfect storm of mental and physical pleasure that coaxed a second series of ejaculations out of him, this time into her bowels rather than her cunt.

At the same time, she had a body-rocking orgasm that amplified her constrictions and pushing, clit in a perpetual wink and walls squeezing as tight as they could possibly go. There was no spare room for air in between his fists, and her bowels squeezed so much they started to unfold around the base of his cock as his member throbbed and pulsated inside her.

Before either could get a proper grip of what was going on, a sound could be heard at the entrance to the locker room. Both turned and saw Vaulix standing, leaning against the wall, fully nude and toe talon tapping on the tile floor.

Panicked and in a post-orgasmic state of mind, Monroe pulled out mid-ejaculation and yanked both his firsts out of her with an audible squelch. The only problem was that, since his fist was balled up in her womb at the time, her cervix held onto his wrist as he pulled out, unfolding her cunt in its entirety, leaving her swollen cervix gaping and hanging out of her on top of her anal rose, both of which were leaking rat-beast cum through the holes in the bench.

Monroe had nothing to say to this. He had just been 'caught' destroying the princess's pussy and ass in equal measure - both of which were unfolded and resting on the bench, folds of flesh both pink and red drooping between the metal of the grate - in front of the prince. He was dead, but couldn't think of a single word to defend himself, not in the mental state he was in wherein he was barely lucid.

Fortunately, Talba didn't seem upset by it all. With her legs spread and tail flopped over the side of the bench, she rolled into her side - twin prolapses tugging inward but failing to fold back up - as she hoisted her head up on her arm. "Oh, hey! Gonna join us?" She invited.

Much to Monroe's surprise, Vaulix simply nodded and started rubbing himself. "Been listening to you two for the last half hour or so, and it's been remarkably challenging to not join it. I presume he's finished at least once? I wouldn't wanna interject prematurely."

Talba nodded in affirmation. "Yeah. Twice, actually, and look what he did to me!" She reached down between her legs and grabbed both anal and vaginal prolapses, squeezing them together and forcing more of his seed out of her cervix and rump opening. "He's very good at that."

All the while, Monroe simply sat on the bench, propped up on his one ankle with his tail flopped out behind him, cock resting heavy on the grate near the end of her rosebud. He still had nothing to say and was internally convinced that Vaulix was going to have him evicted from the country despite having supported the pairing before leaving. He didn't think fully straight while still in post-orgasmic bliss, only marginally better or more sentient than when he was lost in carnal lust.

"What's the matter, champ?" Vaulix asked Monroe as he took the final steps up to the pair of them. His cock was unfolding from within his slit, almost like a snake's or a stallion's. Before long, its length was fully exposed, a sleek yet bulged member of scales and bumps and ridges from tip to base. After a few more rubs, it swelled to full girth, which was thicker even than Monroe's, but not as long.

Though the rat-beast was fixated on what the prince was packing, he was able to speak the simplest of phrases. "I'm fine." Was all he was able to get out.

"Glad to hear it. Got another round in you? I could afford to have a go while I've got you here." Vaulix wrapped his arm around Talba's underarm, hoisting her up into a standing position on the bench, her pussy and rump both still unfolded between her legs and drooling mess all over. Even standing on the bench, she was still head and shoulders shorter than her partner.

She needed a bit of support to stay standing, as her legs were weak and her knees were threatening to give out every few seconds. However, she did this by leaning into Vaulix, pressing her chest to his and nuzzling into his neck with one leg up around his waist.

Vaulix grabbed her by the rump, one haunch in each palm, and pulled her in close, his cock squeezed between their bellies. He smiled at Monroe over her shoulder, inviting the rat to come play as Talba grabbed the cockatrice's member and angled it against her pussy lips. As she descended upon him, her inverted cunt got stuffed back up inside her while her vulva dilated and distended to swallow up her partner's bulging cock - a bulge so intense it was even bigger than both of Monroe's forearms.

Her rump remained unfolded and dangling beneath her flagged tail, pucker stuck in a crescent-moon shaped arc, squeezed between the bulge of Vaulix's cock and the base of her tail. She then smiled back at Monroe as well, joining her husband's steely, sensual gaze to invite the beast to join in.

Of course, Mornoe had no desire to be left out while others had all the fun. He got to his feet and sidled up behind Talba for one last bit of fun, grabbing her by the tail and using his free hand to aim his cock at the end of her rosebud, stuffing it all back into her with a series of well-aimed movements. Before long, he had managed to slide in past her pucker, only to realize maybe a bit too late that there really wasn't any room inside her, not with Vaulix buried to the belly scales in her cunt.

None of that mattered to him. The moment he felt her flesh envelop him once more, the bright red of her rump petals folding around his length and swallowing him up, he had descended once more into his more carnal, feral state of mind that stole his lucidity. But, with Vaulix there to guide him and ensure he didn't go too far - something he was convinced at this point was nearly impossible, given how intense Talba had been up to this point and how well she handled him - Monroe was sure to let himself go. To relax and enjoy the moment.

However, as much as he wanted to go on forever, Monroe was actually getting a little exhausted. He had played a full, four quarter game of blitzball as the star player, then had already filled her with not one but two loads, one right after another. He could go, he could have managed to maintain his stamina with ease to go up to five times in a row had he not been drained from the game and was dictating his own pace. He had no such luxury, so his third bout ended up getting cut short.

Of course, it wasn't all bad. Once he slipped himself into Talba's rump and felt the pressure of Vaulix's cock squeezing his, he realized how differently Talba acted the moment her mate entered the fray. When she was just with Monroe, she was clenching and pushing and acting slutty, but the moment Vaulix slipped into her, she was being more sensual. Her clenches happened in waves, starting at her opening and going inward, they were stronger but more delicate at the same time. Her bowels were twitching with delight, not pulsating with lust. Her body was held close to Vaulix, and her heartbeat picked up, a throbbing that could be felt in her loins so easily that Monroe could have taken her pulse.

All in all, it was a wholly different experience, with Monroe cradling her from behind and Vaulix holding her close. They alternated thrusts, after a few awkward attempts to do so that failed. In went Vaulix, his bulged member stuffing her full so thoroughly that almost no room was left for Monroe to do the same; upon pulling out all but his bulged, ridged tip, Monroe was able to slam his hips up against Talba with a decidedly different intent.

Vaulix was being passionate and deliberate while still showing his strength, whereas Monroe was bucking into her like a stallion, slamming hips up with all the vigour he could muster. It was a stark contrast, but representative of their relationship to the princess. Both fully valid.

But of course, his desire to perform with intensity and vigour combined with the fact he was exhausted and unable to hold back any longer ensured it wasn't long at all before he bit down on Talba's neck from behind and slammed himself in as deep as he could go, pumping the last of his seed into her with all the strength he could muster.

Seconds later, as Monroe snarled and drooled down the princess's back, Vaulix did something similar by easing himself in as deep as he could go, his throbbing member pulsating to add his own seed to the concoction Monroe had left inside Talba's womb. His motions were, as they had been up to this point, deliberate and considerate while still being strong, his ejaculations as compassionate as the rest of him. IT was cute, but resulted in both of them slipping out of her at the same time, their respective cocks flopping out and leaving her gaping and gasping for air.

In that moment, as their combined messes seeped out of her gaping holes to splash on the ground and cascade over the bench, Vaulix swung her around so that he was cradling her in his shockingly thick, powerful arms. Monroe was shocked to see how thick the cockatrice was, slightly bigger even than the rat-beast. Maybe that's where Talba's uncanny strength came from.

At the same time, Monroe flopped over onto the bench next to the mess they had left, tail draping over the edge and gnarled claws scraping on the tile floor. "W-wow. That was...I would never have expected that from a princess. I'm impressed." He wanted to say more, but lacked the composure to do so. He was just stunned by the lingering sensations that coursed through his body and the image of her rosebud poking out from under her tail as Vaulix carried her away.

The prince smiled back. "Yeah, she's like that. I gotta take her back home to rejuvenate her, though. Thanks for the fun."

Just as they turned once more to leave the locker room, Talba motioned for Monroe to come over. He couldn't stand, so she requested that Vaulix bring her over to the rat beast. She got Vaulix to serenade her, bringing her beak to Monroe's ears, where she whispered her phone number to him. "Give me a call if you're back in town again. That's my personal number, I'd be happy to give you some post-game care, if you need it. I can be your personal masseuse."

All he could do was nod and squeak. "Sure. I'd love that."

Their business concluded, Vaulix carried Talba out of the locker room, leaving Monroe alone to scramble for a pen and paper so he could write down that number. He wouldn't dare miss out on another opportunity to spend another afternoon with royalty. That was not something he'd ever forget.