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Hengeor entered the room slowly. Not sure about what was going to happen, he decided to play carefully. Inside the room, he saw Darison patting the bed at his side.

"Better you get comfortable, Hengeor. We'll be having a good chatting now." the Human said.

The Arachne quickly got over the giant bed and lay just behind Darison.

"I need you to be honest with me in every answer, okay?" Darison started. "Am I imposing too much of my culture over you?" Hengeor shook his head. When he noticed there was nothing more to be said, Darison continued "Am I overlooking any culture of yours you feel like nurturing?" another head shake "Are you feeling pressed in any way on being in the family with the one which killed your loved mate, if I can say that?"

"I never blamed you..." Hengeor said after some silence "all the three of us knew it was a very dangerous situation. Even with you agreeing in not killing each other, death was an option. It just... happened. No one shall be blamed."

Darison nodded. "Thank you for that. But you don't quite answer my question. I haven't asked for forgiveness. You gave me that the very same day I took you, your children and Swampwalker in."

Hengeor's head fell. "I can't say I'm happy with the situation..."

"I guess I could understand that. Do you feel like quitting?"

Hengeor pondered that for a while. "It may not be the same thing it was with my mate, as you call. However... I do like being part of your family. I do believe that Clistray would also be found of you."

"There is anything you want to tell me about our family, Hengeor?"

"I don't think so, Darison."

"Good enough then. I will ponder things as I talk with the others. Call me Swampwalker, please."

Hengeor nodded. The Arachne was relieved that this had ended quickly enough. Also, he felt better by letting his feelings plain to Darison. Something he had already thought before but didn't quite find a reason for doing so.

Swampwalker entered not too long after Hengeor had left. The Felitaur had the same worried face as the Arachne had, so Darison suspected that he hadn't said a thing. If that was just Hengeor's feelings or if it was Listaria telling him that it only mattered between them, what Darison didn't knew if was true, was yet to be discovered.

"Better you get yourself comfortable." Darison said pointing to the bed.

"I can't stay sat, much less laid, under situations like this. Sorry if it settles you."

"That's fine by me." Darison grinned then turned serious again. "Swampy... had me, a furless not-so-knowing Human, overlooked any of your culture that you feel like offending or lacking for you?"

"Not until today, Darison. As you said it, you don't know much about me or my culture. If you ever had overlooked something, we would be having this chat sooner." Swampwalker answered almost instantly.

"Are you, in any way you could think, angry at a course of action I choose?"

"Right now? Only claiming this crap of evaluating. You know as well as I do that we don't feel... smothered by you in any way."

"I don't pretend call it a second time." Darison nodded. "But I'm trying to do things work a lot better for all of us."

"Hope you can work it out."

"That's enough, Swampy. Please, call me Krianyra."

"Take care with her. She's pregnant, but that haven't slowed her..." Swampwalker just turned and exited.

Krianyra had a different look on her face than the others had. "Are you planning on breaking the family?" She asked drily as soon as she entered.

"No, I don't pretend." Darison said calmly.

"So why are you doing this?" she asked more than a little angry.

"To know you better." He looked in her eyes. "Have you missed some culture from your people, Krianyra? There is something that we could work out and do for you so you feel more at home?"

"I do not need to be at home. I am with you and that is all that matters..." Krianyra said dryly yet.

Darison grinned. "I'm not talking if you need, but if you want something. You are getting to build a family with a male Human... and you know by yourself that I'm only alive due to all training I had with you. But I want you to never forget where you were born." He looked in her eyes. "There is something I can do for you?"

"You do not have to do anything." Krianyra said. Darison could almost be sure that her voice had mollified somewhat. "You are giving me children once again. That is all I need."

Darison nodded. "Then we're done, Krianyra... There's only one left."

"Listaria will bit your arm off."

"I will take my chances."

Krianyra left then. Darison noticed that Listaria wasn't in a haste to enter the room and wondered if something had happened. But she indeed entered.

"Before we start, you--"

"Before we start, nothing." Darison cut her in. "If it's a battle, I can schedule it for later and if it's a message, I hear it later. We are going to solve our problems now."

Listaria's face and ears downed simultaneously.

"Have I or someone else ever smothered you with a culture that isn't yours?"

"No, but..."

"Shhh..." he cut again "No... Before you say anything, I will ask some questions. Only answer the questions as simple as possible. Right?" at her nod, he continued. "Have I ever made something you don't like?"

"Entering a battle without calling us."

Darison closed his eyes. "I did have warned you that I would be late. And I just happen to know that all of you, by being my family, would all but let it pass without asking why I had asked them to warn you." The Human then gave the Miratian some time to think before continuing. "Are you jealous of Alkemith, Listaria?"

"NO!" came the automatic answer, almost yelling.

Listaria then found herself facing Darison's eyes in a way she hadn't done before. She had a strange feeling that she would be in danger if she repeated that one more time.

"Do you happen to know why I'm here, Listaria?" she just shook her head. "I thought so. I do think, though, that you know that the 'players' are all special agents of some kind passing through reeducation." She then nodded.

"Back at Earth, my home planet, I used to be a FBI agent. Not quite a 'special' agent, but I was the best. Rarely missed a shot and could keep my calm under the most stressful situation, a perfect agent. However, work is work and life is life. One day was given a special mission. I had to rescue some information from a building only to find out that it was deleted completely by 'the enemy'. Lucky me, one functionary had memorized everything and I had guided him back from the top to the bottom of that building filled with people shooting me, with that annoying guy on my back trying to teach me how to do my work.

"When we had walked a certain distance and I could say that he was safe, I called the base and reported. Mission over, as they promised me, it was my vacation. I headed towards the airport to some deserved time outside country, a full month. Just before I headed out, though, I used my famous aim and gave another shot. Well... it's enough to say that there was no more information to be taken back to central anymore. After my vacation was over, I returned and had been put under reeducation and, as they said, the rest is story."

Darison could say that Listaria was completely white under her fur. "You..."

"Right between his eyes. Single shot. No chances of saving even if I wanted."

"Why?" Listaria seemed to be afraid of asking.

"Just because he was trying to tell me what to do without asking my opinion on the matter. Oh no... I don't have problems with authority. But I had chosen to be an agent, so I had chosen to receive those orders. His orders, I never agreed..." and then he looked into Listaria's eyes "as I never agreed in being part of the Miratian culture. If we're going to build a family, I suppose that I will have to accept some of your culture and some of all others. But we will all sit down and see when the time comes, what we can, what we can't, what we must and what we mustn't do to a better living together."

Listaria kept silent for a long time. "Sorry for that..."

"This time I forgive you... But do not try to impose something on me again... or on anyone else of our family, okay?"

"Yes..."

"And now... there is something from your culture that you feel the need to follow?"

Listaria closed her eyes and hugged Darison. He could feel tears rolling from her eyes. "If I can stay with you... nothing matters... sorry for everything I did... I just..."

The Human touched her lips with a finger. "That's enough. Now... what you had to tell me?"

"That... tomorrow is The Sunday..." Listaria said.

He had to grin. "Hoping that this floor will have better entertainment?"

"Yes, I do..."

"Okay... Time to announce that the family will keep together..." Darison grinned and got up.

With a big smile on her face, Listaria followed Darison close behind. Upon hearing that the family wouldn't break, they all cheered and hugged Darison all together.

They all grinned. Life that day returned to what Darison got to call normal. He found out that his days could be a lot more boring if not by all the mates he had. But the "night" of that same day, he was surprised. As became tradition, Darison got to the center of the bed, but instead of being all rounded by his mates, the Human only had the company of the Miratian that day.

"Am I missing something?"

"If you are, then are both of us..." Listaria commented. "I thought the others were coming just behind me..."

"Well... I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth." Darison grinned "Think you can endure your human for a night long alone?"

"I will only know it if we try..." Listaria then turned her backs to Darison.

"Besides I do enjoy a lot your tail hole..." Darison himself turned the Miratian back to face him "I do pretend you looking in my eyes today..."

That said, the Miratian just opened her legs, waiting for the Human's maleness, which came quickly all the way inside her. Darison knew pretty well what both his lover wanted, and he give it to Listaria right way, all but thrusting every inch of his maleness inside her moist labia. The Miratian gently started to scratch Darison's back with her claws, making him even more turned on. Every single stroke, every time his rigid shaft entered her body made the human remember when they first met and everything they passed through.

Darison loved her. He knew that. Just the fact that he loved her turned him on. Then, he remembered that she was now pregnant from him. She would soon be delivering Miratian kittens which were his children. That thought of building a family with her was what turned him on most at that night.

The couple was so focused on their love-making that they never noticed the time passing. Each second, Darison would strengthen more his thrusts as Listaria would press stronger his rock-hard cock. Both of them knew they wouldn't be able to hold on that longer and they not even tried. Darison filled his lover quite nicely on that first try as both of them groaned in deep pleasure. Listaria's claws left little scratch marks on Darison's back, which he seemed no to mind at all.

After finishing, they looked to each other in the eye and grinned. Those eyes Listaria liked to see, not those assassin and dangerous eyes of earlier. They hugged each other and lay side by side, satisfied for the moment. Listaria looked down and touched his breast with a finger.

"What are you thinking?" Darison asked.

"Huh?" a bit puzzled, she looked at him. "What?"

"We may not be together for that long, Listaria. But I learned a few things about you. Every time you pass a finger like that on my chest, there's something you're thinking on..."

Darison eventually learned that Miratians show their embarrassment in other ways than blushing: they would lay their ears flat on their normally mane-like hair and curl their tail. "You... noticed that?"

"Speak up. You will not drive my attention away."

After some silence, she looked him in the eye. "I was thinking about my own history... How I ended up there..."

"Care to share a bit?"

Listaria giggled and curled herself on Darison's embrace. "I was born on a wealthy family back at Miratos. My mother created me almost alone with other three sisters. I was the youngest and my sire has left me just after I was born, for good or bad luck is yet to be confirmed."

"How that can be good luck?"

"You see... my mother always told me histories about how many lives my sire had saved as a doctor and I wanted to do the same think and studied hard for that. Then I discovered that there was a place where fighters always needed their personal doctors. It granted stability and quite a sum both as payment and, strangely at the time, life insurance.

"As I never had heard about that name before, I decided to talk with my mother first and she said me that my sire had chosen much the same job as I was looking. That was all the encouragement I needed. Doing what I always dreamed and having the possibility to meet my sire! I listed in for training right away." And then Listaria started to laugh.

"What's funny?"

"That two years later, the length of the training, I met you." she lick-kissed Darison's face.

"You enlisted yourself in this hell?"

"Different from fighters, protectors are contracted. They come willing and after their fighter reaches the fifth floor, they're free to choose in staying as protectors, do training to work as employees of STARGA, like that doctor which made the surgery on you or to get whatever payment we deserve and go home."

"So you were going to stay only until you met your sire and enough to your father reach the fifth ground..."

"Kinda... But then, I fell in love by my fighter..."

"If only it has been a one-sided emotion..." Darison gently bit her neck.

Listaria purred. "Oh... Darison... I have something to say about that bite..."

"I already know..." Darison grinned. "Alkemith told me about that... I just suspected that being already mated to you, even informally, that would be allowed..."

She then looked at Darison and giggled. "You bit her! That's why she got there so soon after you called her!"

"Aren't you jealous, are you?"

"How many times had you made her come?"

"Hmmm... if I counted right, about seven in the night and one more in the morning..."

"WHAT?" Listaria almost jumped out with surprise.

Darison held her stronger, but still gently. "She's from the kind which have quick and multiple orgasms... I, myself, get come only three..."

"Oh... that makes more sense now..." she grinned "but now I'm jealous..." Listaria then turned to Darison and made him lay on his back with her on top. "Even if we can't enjoy the walk outside tomorrow, you WILL make ME cum seven times as well!"

Giggling, Darison looked her in the eye. "Won't you pass out before I finish, will you?"

"Better you not sleep before I finish..." And with that, they restarted everything and kept there, loving each other through the night.

On the next morning, they had a very late start. Darison woke up still embraced to Listaria. Even his weak Human smell couldn't miss the smell that they both had shared along the most luxurious night of both their lives.

"Hey... kitten... better you wake up..." Darison gently, but insistently, shake her.

Slowly, Listaria opened her eyes and grinned at the sight of Darison's. "Oh... hi there..."

"Satisfied?"

"You indeed made me come seven times... that I counted at least..."

Darison grinned. "Thankfully you were counting. I lost count at two..."

They kissed for some time before getting up. Hitting the shower first before anything else, they freshened up and used that time to play a little with each other. Then they met the others for lunch.

"Good afternoon, love birds!" Swampwalker greeted them. "As a warning, we already have lunch. The others are walking around the station, but for our little Dragoen, of course."

"They're having fun?" Darison grinned, caressing Listaria's face.

"Not as much as you had last night, I suppose." Swampwalker giggled. "Tell me... had operation 'reconciliation' worked properly?"

"So there was something going on!" Listaria grinned. Both she and Darison sat down to eat as well. "Well... why haven't you got out as well?"

"My people costume." Swampwalker grinned. "We usually stand guard on the place we are to be giving birth so nothing gets to endanger the newborn."

"That means..."

"I will be stuck there from nine to ten months." Swampwalker, though, didn't seem any sad for that.

"Are you going out also, Darison?" Arinya asked, getting out of a room.

"I thought in taking a look around. Wanna come with us, Arinya?" the Dragoen quickly hugged Darison.

"I would love so!"

"I'm starting to think that you pregnant are better than while you're Darison's pet only." Lisandra grinned.

"Even so, under STARGA, I am his pet." she grinned. "And I will always be!"

"Have you eaten already?" Darison asked. The Dragoen just nodded, and sat at his side just to make company.

"Do you receive any reports about what happens on The Sundays there?" Listaria asked Swampwalker between a mouthful and other.

"Darison's new pair of protectors seems to have been on this floor for about three months now. They give us a quick introduction about this floor's changes on our break day." The felitaur grinned.

"Oh... and what's it?"

Swampwalker giggled then. "Entertainment center. Just about every little kind of entertainment you could think of. From places to fuck whoever you what for how long you want to more sophisticated diversions, as theaters and theatres."

"Er... Swampy... You repeated the last..." Listaria commented.

Giggling, Darison caressed the Miratian's face. "No shi didn't. The first is where you can see movies previously recorded as the second is with living actors interpreting alive in your front." He then grinned. "It's just a little catch from my planet's language."

"Oh... I see."

"If I had known beforehand, I would have taken you to eat out today. Some French cooking would be nice..." Darison said, dreamingly.

"We can do that as dinner." Listaria suggested.

He grinned. As they had already finished, he got up and extended his hand to both females at the table. "So are you girls going to give me the pleasure of joining in a little fun?"

Both the Miratian and the Dragoen took his hand and got up. The trio then put something on, Listaria borrowing some clothes for Arinya that looked good on her and they walked way. Darison passed an arm through their backs, hugging each of them by their waists, leading his two girls for one great fun day.

"So where should us start?" Listaria asked.

"Asking me?" Darison grinned. "You choose, okay? After all, you are pregnant."

"Talking about babies..." a voice behind Darison made him turn over.

"Alkemith!" the Human recognized.

"Finally an opportunity for us to met, huh?" Listaria commented with a grin. "I heard you received the bite..."

"I hope you don't mind." Alkemith said, making a quick bow before Listaria.

"In sharing him? Believe me. You're doing us a great favor." Listaria giggled caressing between Alkemith's ears. Darison noticed that and quickly understood: with Alkemith submissive for him, she was also under Listaria's orders since she was his mate.

"So why don't the kittens find their own entertainment?" Darison suggested. "I will take this little Dragoen there to see a little of my world version of her species."

"What?" Alkemith was puzzled.

"He's talking about dragons. Creatures created in his people fantasies which are supposed to be very powerful." Listaria commented. "But Darison only told us histories about how they were slain and killed by knights on shinning armors."

"Not all dragon movies are like that!" Darison grinned. "I will see that she gets one on which dragons are friends, not foes."

Alkemith laughed. "Okay. Take her to a movie." She then turned to Listaria. "It will be good having a time with another female Miratian to a change."

"I say the same."

"Arena seven is dedicated totally to Miratians. Wanna check it out?" Alkemith suggested.

"Would love to!" Listaria agreed.

"I meet you there when the movie ends." Darison grinned. "Have fun!"

With that, the Miratian duo left for arena seven.

"Are we going to see a movie?" Arinya asked.

"If you want, yes." Darison grinned. "Why? Do you have any other thing in mind?"

"I... wanted to know more about your culture... After all, I am raising a human child here..." then she touched her belly.

Darison caressed her face. "Don't worry, okay? I will have some material for you to read back at cabin. You know how to read, right?"

"Yes, I do, Master."

"So don't worry about that now. We're there to have fun."

She grinned and hugged him stronger. They just walked aimlessly for some time, looking what they had available, until something called the Dragoen's attention.

"Master!" she was looking at the showcase of a shop. Darison quickly noticed the name of that shop and grinned: that was a specialized shop for mothers and newborns of all species.

"I suppose that all mothers think alike." Darison took her hand and walked in.

"Hello there!" they were received as they entered the shop. She was an alien that Darison haven't met yet. Her body was slim and seemed a bit translucent. On her head there were two eyes and a mouth, no nose, and at the back of the head dropped a tail with a purple line from her forehead until the tip of that prehensile tail. "May I help you?"

"Hi there." Darison greeted back. "We are just looking right now. It will be around seven months before we really start into buying something."

"First time as a father, sir?"

Darison had to giggle. "Kinda. I have adopted two Arachne children before, but they born rather independent so..."

"Doesn't help much with experience." She also giggled.

"MASTER!" the Dragoen had found some cute clothing for human babies. Darison caressed Arinya's face.

"Darling... For the children, we have a culture back on my planet." Darison grinned. "Pink clothes like these you brought are normally used for girls, or females, as blue are the usual for boys, or males."

"Don't know the sex yet?" the attendant asked.

"Rather impossible. It's only a few days I had her pregnant." Darison said.

"I can check that if you want." The attendant offered. "My species, Ceruleans, are known for their... huh... ability for foreseeing a few things on their area of interest. In my case, my area is mothers-to-be, new mothers and newborns."

"Well, darling? Want to know the sex of our child?"

"I know, already!" Arinya grinned. "She's female!"

"How do you..." Darison was now puzzled.

"Silly me... never crossed my mind that it was the Dragoen that was pregnant." The attendant grinned. "Dragoen's system can pretty much determine which sex are the children they're carrying, unless they lay eggs, of course."

"How?" Darison asked curious.

"Don't you know? Well, all males tend to have a similar characteristic towards this aspect. They all want their sperm to get to the ovum of the female. So when they produce sperm, it tends to share into two groups. One of them is the female sperm, which tends to endure longer periods and are resistant to some toxins. The other is the male sperm, which is faster, but not too much resistant, and also liberates some toxins that kills another male or herm's sperm."

"Dragoens are capable of knowing what their body feels. That I guess you already know. So if they detect that the cell which made the conception liberated some of the toxins, what is the gender of the upcoming child?"

"And if the sperm cell doesn't liberate that toxin, they know it's female!" Darison finished.

"That is, at least, the explanation that most scientists believe in. Any Dragoen would tell you a different story." The Cerulean said.

"That is..."

"The baby tells us." Arinya answered. "We have contact with our children, so they can tell us what gender they will be, Master."

The Cerulean grinned. "Only one word of advice, sir. There is more on this universe than you can think. I saw it already with my own eyes. More than once, I was saved by purely believing that I had a chance of surviving. If you believe, you can do absolutely anything."

"I will keep that in mind. Thank you." Darison grinned. "Do you wanna these little clothes, Arinya?"

"I would like them, Master!"

Darison grinned a put them on the counter. "How much that will cost me?"

"Hmmm... you're getting three pieces. I can have each by 20 credits and you take a fourth on the house. What do you say?"

Darison chuckled at how fast a fourth piece had joined the others on the counter. "Am I crazy enough to fight a pregnant Dragoen?"

The Cerulean giggled and deducted the credits from Darison's account. "It was a pleasure to have you around there. Remember to pass here when the baby born. I wanna see the cutie."

"We will! Thank you!" Arinya said.

Darison grinned and they returned to the 'streets' of that arena. "You really are animated with being a mother, aren't you?"

"In being a mother from your child..."

"Eventually I can have you to be pregnant by Swampwalker." Darison commented with a giggle. "Just to see how much elastic you are."

"I would be glad to be pregnant by all the species of the universe if you want so, Master."

"Do you really have dropped your submissive mind?" Darison asked with a grin.

"I guess not all of it..."

Darison caressed between her tiny horns. "Hey... look over there." The Human had seen something that called his attention. "It seems a contest... Let's se what it's about?"

"Yeah!" Arinya agreed instantly.

When they had gotten there, Darison heard the announcer. "This contest is for us to find the most dedicated pet in all 1-G!"

Darison grinned at his pet. "I doubt there is any pet more dedicated than you."

"If you wish, I can join the contest and prove that."

"I don't need to be proven. I am sure." He grinned. "But if you want..."

Arinya hugged Darison strong and they just passed through, not minding at all that show. They passed their time with little more entertaining programs until a couple hours later, Darison and Arinya left to meet with Listaria and Alkemith on arena seven.

On their way, they saw a few more possibilities and eventually stopped to chat with a few people. Then, to cut down some walk, Darison decided to cross an arena to reach arena seven. This one, though, was in a dim red light, which gave a different atmosphere for that arena. Once they stepped in, Darison noticed why: his first vision was a male bull-like alien, very tall and strong with a monstrous shaft thrusting inside a rather tiny deer-like female. She, though, seemed to love every second that way. Now that he could look inside clearly, he noticed that this wasn't the only couple. The whole Arena was some kind of brothel, with lots of aliens having a nice time with other aliens. Darison was hoping to find another human there, but the chances were scarce, he knew it.

"Master... you brought me there for some reason?" Arinya asked.

"I'm as surprised as you are, Arinya... I had never though that they would have a brothel there, in the open." Darison commented.

"Hello there, sweetie." said a female voice from Darison's back. It was soft and gently passed her delicate hands over his chest. "Never saw you around..."

When Darison noticed the near translucent slightly blue hand, he knew he was talking to a Cerulean. He turned to see her. "It's my first Sunday on the 1-G, actually. That isn't surprising."

"Hmmm... newcomer, huh? Why don't you have some fun for free today?" She grinned and kissed his face.

"No, thank you. I'm quite satisfied right now. Maybe you could extend that offer to next week?" Darison tried.

"No do, darling. It's now or never. One time with me for free..." She grinned.

"If you're going to accept, say quickly." A male voice that Darison quickly recognized said behind him. Razikrot was there as well. "Ceruleans are excellent lovers. If you don't, I will get my time with her."

Darison chuckled. "Go ahead. I have already lots of females for myself." The Cerulean seemed quite disappointed after hearing that. Darison then caressed her face gently. "What's your name?"

Caught off guard, she made some silence, as thinking if she should or not, then answered "Garya."

"Garya, huh? Well, as I said, I'm quite satisfied right now. I just got there for a shortcut, not for any kind of fun. But I'm truth to say that if your offer is extended to next Sunday, I will be there."

Garya grinned and looked Darison in the eye. "Then I will be waiting."

"Okay... enough talk. Come there, sweetie!" Razikrot said.

"You should ask first, reptile... I don't play with scalies, so get going!" Garya then kissed Darison's face and turned to try finding some new costumer.

Razikrot, though, rushed to her and held her hand. "You shut up, bitch! I am paying and I can take whoever I want!"

Not knowing how to act, Darison first looked around. Many person looked there, all very surprised, enough to tell Darison that raping was not allowed there. Razikrot's tentacles were already getting out when Darison rushed and kicked him right on the left side of his torso, on the ribcage: exactly the same place where he had hit with the buster blade on their last fight.

"No is no, gecko!" Darison said more than a bit furious. Garya used that little time to run away.

"Why don't you mind your business, Human?" Razikrot turned to him.

"I was until you decided to play the rough. This is still a reeducation complex, Razikrot! I don't know how your people's special agents act, but mine acts to protect those who can't protect themselves!"

"You think you can win against me? Without your buster blade you have no chance!"

"Oh... I will not fight you." Darison grinned. "Arinya, battle mode. Get this gecko!"

The Dragoen barely nodded, allowing her spikes, horns, fangs and claws all come out. "My pleasure, Master!"

Taken by surprise, Razikrot gave a step backwards and was even more surprised at Arinya's speed. The Dragon then punched him so strong, that he fell on his back. Instincts put him back up almost instantly, ready to counterattack. Arinya, though, haven't attacked anymore.

"So what? Come on!" Razikrot said.

"Master?" Arinya waited for authorization.

"Only if he attacks you." Darison said. "I guess he already got his lesson fro trying to rape Garya."

"Yes." She then waited patiently and was rewarded with Razikrot trying to punch her on the face.

Faster than he thought, the Dragoen not only evaded his punch, as well as she had bitten his right arm. Arinya's strength was enough to break Razikrot scales with a single bite. She also had the strength to swing him in the air without releasing her bite, only doing so to throw him away. When he understood that the Dragoen was not a match he could win, Razikrot run for his life.

"That's enough, darling. You can return now." Darison grinned as the Dragoen returned to her cute form from before the quick fight.

"You... thank you, Darison..." Garya said, bowing slightly to him.

"No need." He said serious. "Does that happen often around here?"

"You wouldn't believe how much." Another female said. This time was Ladian, a bunny girl like one of his pets. "Many fighters thinks they have right to abuse us just because they're paying and they're stronger than us."

"And the security wouldn't do a thing?" Darison asked.

"They are our main bullies." This time was a male voice, a male mouse-like alien.

"Well... I can't protect this arena always, but whenever I'm around you can ask for help." Darison grinned.

"Really?" Garya asked with a shine to her eyes.

"Yes, you can. But now, though, I have to meet with my mate."

"Hey!" Darison saw a female version of that mouse species running to him. "Here... take this..."

Darison got whatever she had in hand. He quickly understood that to be a personal communicator. "What's this?"

"With this we can call you whenever we need, and if you're available also..." She said, grinning. "Think of it as a 'thank you' gift." She then hugged and kissed the male mouse that had said previously. "I'm done for today, love... And you?"

"I guess I am now..." He said and took her away.

Darison giggled. "Better I go. Thank you for the offer Garya. I will return there next week."

She nodded and Darison took his pet's hand and they walked away towards arena seven to meet with Listaria. They met with her and Alkemith on a mane stylist.

"So you're finally there." Alkemith said. She had already finished and was just waiting for Listaria now. Even Darison couldn't miss the fact that she had shortened her mane. The reddish hair was now just about her shoulder's length. "So, how was your Sunday until now?"

"Nothing special..." Darison chuckled. "Nothing special..."