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It was not unusual for the slave pens-simply called "The Pens" for short-to host exhibition fights to showcase their goods for profit. The slums were rife with peasants, thugs, bandits, adventurers, and nobles alike who enjoyed watching two monster races brutalize one another for dominance before claiming their prize with a violent carnality that appealed to the baser senses of every single man and woman who attended the shows within these walls.

Within Carnaleria, monster slaves were a precious commodity. They were obedient companions who did not question any order given, as they were bound by the magical runed collars snapped around their necks as well as the ornate mystic symbols branded upon their body.

They knew. All monster slaves knew that any disobedience was pain. Abandonment and betrayal were punishable by enough pain to cause the brain to go into shock, and possibly even death. Thus, even the largest of ogres were brought low by a wave of crackling mana coursing throughout their body and searing through their nervous system until they learned to fear even the mere thought of disobeying-any stray idea brought about a self-induced panic, and sooner rather than later, they learned to resist the temptation of the idea of sanctuary even within their own heads.

The monsters of the Pen were forced to fight within an arena known as the Pit, where any rules in place were more for the entertainment of the crowds and the safety of its owners, rather than any need for law and order. Fights could easily end in death, and it was not unusual for monsters to take it too far, given their frighteningly powerful abilities and their desperation. After all, they were starved for a full 24 hours so that they would fight for the ability to eat a solid meal. Heroes would sell their souls for an apple if hungry enough, and these wretched beings fought for far less. And the bloodthirsty crowds lapped all of it up within the seats in the tiered rows upon the travertine limestone brick walls encircling the sandy ring.

At the very top, within an enclosed box adorned with red velvet rugs were the VIPs of the Pit-the owners. Among them was a boar-like subspecie of orc, a wretched creature of an individual known as Morgan Roth. While the gods and goddesses of Carnaleria had blessed most creatures with some sort of beautiful aspect even in their monstrosity, Morgan Roth was a rotund and portly boar orc who attempted to obscure the reality of his appearance with the finest threads that money could buy. Garments of the finest of silk and cotton in garish loud colors, with a solid gold ring adorning each finger and several ornamental necklaces and amulets around the fat rolls around his neck-ornamentation which many of his employees hoped an assassin would strangle him with one day in the form of poetically just irony.

Within the sandy pits, a little floppy-eared goblin of some 4 feet and change walked into the middle of the sandy pit, and waved everyone's attention to the pit. He held up to his mouth a conch shell with runes engraved into the sides. He tapped it cautiously-the runes glowed with every tap, as the sound echoed throughout the stands.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN. THE SHATTERED SKULL PIT HAS YET ANOTHER WONDERFUL EXCITING CONTEST FOR YOU TONIGHT! WE HAVE, TODAY, A YOUNG, STRAPPING, HANDSOME ADVENTURER WILLING TO WAGER HIMSELF AGAINST THE HORRORS OF OUR STABLE OF FIERCESOME, FEROCIOUS, AND TERRIBLE MONSTERS!"

Morgan Roth chuckled to himself with a snort, ending with a wheezing coughing fit. Every time he opened his mouth, one such grating snort erupted from his gasping lips. "This should be good. There are only two sorts of idiots who challenge the Pits. The stupidly ignorant or the desperate. Either way, I get a new pet for my collection."

He wasn't wrong. Adventurers tended to be drawn to fight in the slave pens for two reasons. Either they were cocksure about their ability to do so...or they were poor enough that they couldn't afford a slave the normal way-so many adventurers who simply lacked coin would fight for the right to own the pet by using a basic weapon in one on one combat. If the adventurer won, they got the pet for a reduced price.

Yet it was more than just their lives on the line. Even if the monsters were able to restrain themselves from killing (which they were punished for...sometimes, depending on how much Morgan Roth liked their face), it was customary for the adventurer to be savagely taken advantage of, before being added to the Pen. Either way, Morgan won. The adventurer still had to pay a fee...and the show often attracted its fair share of patrons who got drunk off the cheap ale and carnal brutality. It was no wonder that the Pens and the Pit seemed to constantly expand in size and yet always able to afford to bribe the guards. It was exponentially profitable, and labor was dirt cheap.

"AN EMISSARY OF THE GLADIUMANOS KINGDOM...THE SERPENTINE PRINCE SLAYER, ZAAAAAVIIIIS!" With a flourish befitting a beast five times his size, the goblin gestured to one of the iron portcullises raising with the discomforting sound of iron against iron ending with a solid CLANK before the warrior stepped out.

A scaley bipedal naga creature with markings befitting a desert reptile, the snake-man stepped in, bereft of many armaments. He wielded a gauntlet on each hand, with a single curved spike protruding from the back of each fist. His armor choices were rather bare-bones, wearing only a simple open-chest vest which revealed his thick, meaty frame. He flexed it along with a cocksure wink to the ladies and gents who were attending this match. Around his waist, he wore a well-kept loincloth flap, which left little to the imagination of the crowds. They shared their appreciation with a series of whistles and deafening applause, as he graced them all with a sweeping bow.

Morgan Roth simply sat back with a knowing smirk upon his lips, as the young goblin in the Pit below gestured to the iron gate on the opposite side.

"REPRESENTING THE STABLE OF THE GLORIOUSLY GENEROUS OWNER OF THIS FINE AND WONDERFUL ESTABLISHMENT, MORGAN ROTH..." Morgan Roth stood up to a rather anemic round of applause-mostly from the mercenaries and guards on his payroll, who were obligated as part of their duty to do so. "...DON'T LET HER SIZE FOOL YOU, FOR THIS HALF-RABBIT, HALF-KITTEN HAS CLAWS THE CABBIT-WOMAN, RINONA!"

From the opening maw opposite the snake warrior, a creature was lend out by one of the armor-clad mercenaries. The creature's wrists and legs were bound in chains, and she kept her head bowed pitifully.

It was only a few days before that Zavis had witnessed the creature's true potential-the cabbit woman had nearly crippled a dragon mercenary who had up to that point been a crowd favorite. The observant snake had seen the fear in her eyes right before her claws had nearly torn out the dragon's throat. That same bodyguard had to slam a shock-enchanted trident into her backside to get her to stop. The crowds had cheered, apparently thinking this part of the show. The dragon had not been seen in public since, and no one dared to question his absence.

The snake approached Rinona as he shot a glance to the armored mercenary, nodding. The mercenary unlocked her bindings, and removed them, before backing out of the sandy pit with haste, while Zavis sheathed his weapon and stared at the monster for a moment in her eyes, meeting those golden feline irises with needle thin pupils. His eyes traced her figure up and down. Rinona stood with an unnatural rigid attention, unbefitting her beastly nature. Cats were naturally curious, and rabbits naturally twitchy. Rinona had both of these, and yet none of these-the snake warrior allowed himself a sad smile, and lowered his towering frame to be level with the smaller, shorter cabbit.

The creature's ear twitched, and he noticed her lean musculature tense with this gesture. The snake warrior offered nothing but the same smile, and nodded to her respectfully. It was best to allow the beast to have that tension. She would need it for the fight.

The snake warrior stepped back, and drew his snake-curved blade, spinning it with his wrist as he eased into stance, just as the beast before him lowered herself cautiously into her's.

The goblin looked between the fighters. "AS PER THE RULES, THE WINNING TEAM SHALL CLAIM THE LOSER. SO SHALL THE RITUAL OF COMBAT..." The goblin tensed, as his eyes snapped from snake to monster, to snake again. "...BEGIN!"

As he finished, he immediately bolted for the still open iron gate to escape. Rinona snapped into action like bottled lightning, zipping across the arena in a flash. Her claws gleaming from the torchlight surrounding the walls.

They swished through the air, barely missing the tip of the snake's nose as he weaved out of the way, his eyes twitching as he realized he may have slightly underestimated the cabbit's lightning speed. The ferocious cabbit's claws were as a torrent against the snake warrior, before he swinging his gauntlet's spike in the way of a swing, stopping it cold with a CLANG as his tail cracked like a whip and SLAMMED against the top of the cabbit's skull right between her ears, sending her stumbling back as she clutched her head with a wince with a low growl rumbling from her throat.

Zavis thrust forward with his fist, aiming the spike for her throat. The cabbit's claws knocked away the thrust, before swiping with her other claws, tearing a gash across the snake's chest.

The snake stumbled back, clutching the wound. Yet, he removed his hand and licked the blood off the fingertips. His tongue flitted out at the cabbit as he smirked. "Good. Excellent. If that had killed you, you wouldn't be worth winning."

The cabbit's eyes flashed at his arrogance, before erupting with a thundering roar. Even the battle-hardened Zavis took a step back, and suddenly found the cabbit's flurry of claw strikes lashing and whipping at him every which way, threatening to tear him asunder as he barely held her off with his bladed gauntlets, sparks flying from their sharpened blades clashing and clanging against one another.

Suddenly, Zavis's tail lashed out and wrapped itself around one of the wrists. The cabbit's tail snaked out and grasped Zavis's tail as well, making both of their eyes dart to the entangled appendages. The cunning snake seized the opportunity, and SLAMMED his knee into her belly, causing her eyes to bug out at the blow, as she wheezed breathlessly, before the snake ripped his tail free, only to swing around, and whip it around, clubbing her along the side of her head, and sending her to the sandy floor on all fours, shaking her head as she tried to clear the daze from her vision.

The snake darted forward, and slammed his foot into her belly before she could rise and resume her ferocious clawing, sending her tumbling across the arena with a yelp.

"Come on, kitten. I know you have more in you than this," the snake hissed, grinning to himself. "You know the rules of this arena. Fight or die. If you wish to live, fight me until we are both sated...fight me or you WILL die..."

The cabbit rose to her feet with clenched teeth. Eyes smoldering as she gazed at the snake. She felt the heat of the fight start to bubble and boil within her belly...then a whimper, as her entire body cringed with pain.

No. Yes. No. She found her mind warring with itself, tearing itself apart, like an axe embedded between the two halves of her brain. Her lips let out a small whining whimper. Her limbs, tail, body trembled, seeming to clutch itself in a vain attempt to contain the creature-the little whisper haunting her brain.

"No," she whispered, as little tufts of orange fur started to peek through her flesh, her white fur gradually giving way to a fiery-orange color, her body burning with heat which threatened to consume her. Her breath caught in her chest, suffocating her, forcing her to her knees...

She screamed. Her limbs started to expand and grow bit by bit, tightening over the building musculature underneath. It hurt. It hurt so much. It hurt it hurt it hurt. Rinona clutched her body, as if trying to keep it from bursting out, shiver, shuddering, as her very bones ground and rearranged their composition to accommodate the larger beast trying to claw its way out of her.

Morgan smirked to himself. Surely, this would put the snake in his place. He could use a good male in his stables-had to please the tastes of all, and many liked a strapping handsome male brimming with virility after all. More points if said male was cowed before entering his service.

Yet, Zavis hissed, bracing himself, his muscles tightening in preparation. He had been looking forward to this. He had stepped into the arena, knowing exactly what awaited him. And while victory was never certain, it was always possible, if he had the strength to make it happen. That was always the question for an adventurer...

RInona screamed. The scream gave way to a feral, deafening roar filled with pain, anguish, and an insatiable ferocity, as her hide stretched to try and accommodate the growing new form expanding musculature and several feet of extra height. Her black mane of hair lit up as the black faded into a fiery orange one flowing all around her face and head. Her eyes narrowed further into feline slits, as she stared at Zavis with deadly intent. Black, leathery bat-like wings erupted from her back, blood running through the fur from the temporary openings they had burst from, which rapidly mended themselves shut.

The pain was overwhelming, and Rinona herself found her own thoughts fading, replaced with base urges. Fight. Mate. Kill. Consume. The order was negotiable.

The ginormous beast stared down the snake warrior, who rose his bladed gauntlets. A slight twinge of fear crawled up his spine, and he felt his body tense with the emotion.

Good, he thought to himself. He knew she would be a threat, and that little bit of fear confirmed it. He had been counting on it. His tongue flitted out with delight. It wouldn't be a proper fight without it. That same old friend.

Rinona whipped out one of her massive claws. The snake barely was able to bring up his gauntlet. It ended up being futile anyway as Rinona smashed his entire frame to the side, sending him flying and skidding across the sandy floor. And before he could even get his head up, he found the entire 300 pound beast leaping upon him, landing atop him, and pinning down his shoulders with her massive claws, before letting out a deafening roar in his face.

He steeled his gaze in the face of the beast woman, not daring to blink. He clenched his teeth, before swinging his head forward, SMASHING into her muzzle, forcing her to clutch it-more in shock of the gall of this warrior than any sort of pain. That was all Zavis needed.

He SLAMMED his spiked gauntlet into her thick thigh, even as he felt fear try to seize his body. The beast ROARED with pain, before grabbing him around the neck, and SMASHING her skull against his, to remind him who was on top for the moment.

Zavis dropped limply, as he stared up at the ceiling of the arena. The entire room seemed to spin and lurch...and he groaned, as he felt a sudden draft around his shaft.

The beast had torn away at Zavis's leggings, leaving his rigidly erect dick standing at attention and exposing itself to the crowd. Like many who dared to compete in the arena, Zavis was bountifully blessed in terms of length and girth, and was a good fit even for the transformed therianthrope beast of a woman. The creature let out a rumbling growl as it squatted above Zavis, looming over the snake, slamming her claws down upon him and pinning his arms underneath her massive paws.

As a droplet of the drool from her fanged grin dripped onto his face, Zavis managed to grin back up at her, even as blood dribbled from his nose from the hard headbutt. "Yeah, fuck you too, babe. You know what to do, don'tcha girl?"

The beast lowered itself upon Zavis's stiffened dick-even in this form, the beast let out a low rumbling growl, as she positioned her fiery orange-furred bush over his cock, and pressed herself down upon it. As the head of the snake's cock parted her tight lips ever slowly, pushing past the entrance.

The beast let out a muffled growling grunt, its face flinching as it sunk upon Zavis's dick inch by inch. The snake himself groaned, his face scrunching up as he felt the beast's vice-like walls clamp down on his cock, which throbbed, pulsed as her vaginal walls struggled to contain his burning libido and need.

As she hilted herself upon Zavis with a loud clap of their hips clashing, the beast let out a muffled yelp, followed by a deafening roar to the arena crowd, who roared their approval. For some, this was easily the best part of the show-where a contestant started to try to claim their prize a little early. Technically it was against the rules, but the goblin referee knew better than to interrupt such an act. In some ways, he had learned to enjoy it, and watched with a flush in his cheeks, pressing his thighs together as to try and sate his own rising desire.

Zavis gritted his teeth. She was a heavy girl. But he had "slain" dragons before. This was nothing.

Well, no, that wasn't quite true. This monster WAS something. She was quite the prize. Even as he maintained their locked gaze, he grinned at the thought of owning her. Owning her here in front of the crowd. Owning her tonight. Owning her tomorrow, on the road during cold nights around a campfire...

His whole body tensed up, as he clenched his jaw, breathlessly panting even as he stared up at the lycanthropic beast. "D-don't think I'm done yet, kitten."

Rinona let a questioning rumble from chest, before the snake's tail lashed up and slapped the cabbit upside the head upon her sensitive ears. It didn't 'hurt', but it did startle the confused cabbit, who withdrew her claws from his arms to clutch at her sensitive ears instinctively. Quickly, Zavis reached up and grabbed the beast of a woman by her waist just underneath her now sizeable tits, and swung her over. The massive beast was toppled, crashing onto her side, with Zavis's dick still inside her as he rolled with her, deftly keeping his balance atop her as he folded her legs over her head before stabbing the spikes of his gauntlets into her shoulders, pinning her to the floor of the arena.

The beast stared up with wild-eyed panic as Zavis loomed over her with his serpentine eyes locked with her's. His tongue snaked out with a teasing hiss through his bloodied muzzle, before he slammed down his dick into her like a hammer. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! His hips slapped against her, pistoning himself into the lycanthropic beast underneath him. At first the beast ROAR!ed and bucked wildly in disbelief at this reversal, thrashing and trying to get the smaller snake off of her. The slapping of their hips echoed throughout the halls of the arena among the stunned silent crowd, who only murmured in awe at the spectacle before them.

"Good girl. That's a good girl..." Zavis grinned with a slight coo, even as his muzzle dribbled sweat and blood onto her burning orange hide, staining it red. The beast's growls were interrupted by soft mewls, as she felt Zavis's moist shaft slide forcibly into her before getting drawn back. She could hear her own furiously pounding heart beating in her ears, and the beast found its own vision swimming even as her own body screamed to fight. Its body ceased to listen to her, finding itself tamed by the adventurer and prince's dominant gaze. Her pussy craved the feeling of a dominant male monster to hold her down, and she found herself fighting the temptation to just take the dick slamming into her again and again-and she let out a high-pitched whimper as she panted, while her eyes started to roll into her head.

"That's right," Zavis huffed, his own loins throbbing and tensing, sack tightening against his body, as he struggled to keep his piercing gaze upon the cabbit chimaera. "Y-you're mine, Rinona. Bay and beg for your prince and master."

The beast mewled with a half-hearted growl, fizzling out into a low throaty rumble, its chest and folds tightening, before it let out a high-pitched yelp as the beast seized up, her claws clenched at the sand Zavis was pounding her against, as her entire body writhed underneath him. Zavis himself winced, as her inner walls threatened to collapse in on his dick, threatening to crush it between her folds as they squeezed and milked his girthy length as she gushed her juices with every thrust into her, spilling out waves of honey with every plunge. Zavis himself grunted and groaned as her folds attempted to wring every last drop of seed from his dick into waiting womb, trying to hold back from spilling all of it into her.

With a tamed, sedated mewl, the beast's monstrous, amazonian frame shivered and shuddered, twitching before it slowly seemed to shrink and collapse in on itself slowly-the thickness of her limbs starting to shrink, collapse in on themselves. Zavis slid the spikes of his gauntlets out of her shoulders with a concerned caution, and placed his scaly hands upon her as she shrank back into the smaller, vulnerable form of the cabbit...

Slowly he extracted his soaked dick from Rinona, still at half-mast, as he quickly pumped his grip along his shaft, standing above her fallen form, her bared chest rising and falling as she looked up at the snake with her exhausted, half-lidded gaze...before he unleashed the final spurts all over her face and tits, drizzling his seed all over her to properly claim his victory as he raised his hand as the conqueror to the thundering roar of the crowd.

And yet his serpentine gaze never left her's, even as he glazed her with the last of his thick white ropes, before rising his gaze to the goblin ref, holding his floppy, limp length in his rip as he milked the last few drops..

The goblin ref gulped, closing his legs to hide the bulge in his own legless cloth which he was assigned to wear for the ladies in the audience. He held up his rune-engraved conch shell to his lips, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "WE HAVE A WINNER! GIVE IT UP FOR THE SERPENTINE SLAYER! ZAVIS, YOU MAY CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!"

Zavis hefted his new prize over his shoulder, slinging the limp, spent cabbit over her shoulder, with her lips still dribbling her juices down her thigh and caked with the sand from the arena, lifting his tail as to give the entire audience a great look at his taut cheeks-inviting anyone in the crowd to clap them if they so wished to try, much to Morgan Roth's chagrin within the seats.