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Makaidos' first fight is upon him. His opponent? A stallion of high renown, small stature, and unpredictable speed. Will our dragon stand fast against this agile opponent? Will strength overpower sheer speed? Read and find out!

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The arena was built upon the peak of a giant mountain, looking very similar to the way Are'lan's prison was built. Tall arches with many alcoves surrounded a central section, where the two contestants faced off. A shiver of fear took hold of Makaidos when he saw how many fliers attended. The alcoves were full, and many others flew above, trying to glimpse a sight of the two dragons snapping at each other. Sari descended towards a small group of armored dragons.

"Guild Five. Makaidos, our newest member has a fight against some walking horse," she said just as Makaidos landed behind her.

"Ra'ak Zaaryi," one of the dragons said. "Wind of the west. Your male is going to limp back to his cave after this fight."

Sari turned her head around, a rumbling growl bursting from her throat. Makaidos agreed with his own snarling hiss.

"He's just a weak minded, bulky bodied prey. You will have no troubles taking his hole."

"Taking his what now?" he cocked his head, confused.

"His tailhole," the armored dragon repeated. "It is his first time, Sari?"

The dragoness dipped her head and smacked Makaidos on the rump. "Prove them wrong, dear."

Makaidos certainly intended to do so. He followed the armored male through a small entrance and walked until one of those smoky ShardDoors blocked their path.

"Wait here until the fight ends," the dragon spoke from behind.

"What happens after?" Makaidos shifted his weight, claws scratching the solid earth below.

"Zarathor will tell you everything you need to know. He organized these fights long before I hatched."

"Sari mentioned something about tailholes. What can you tell me about that?"

"Just be swift and protect your legs. Those who fall rarely get another chance to rise."

That was an encouraging advice. Makaidos kept wondering what the fight was about. Domination and mating? This arena surely was unusual.

A harsh roar signaled the end of the fight. The door burst into smoke, allowing a limping dragon to crawl through.

"How hard did he pierce you, Kyrel?"

"Deeper than you took me. I will have your hole when you finish here."

"Sure you will, Ky."

A wing pushed Makaidos forward. "Go ahead, soot-scale. And protect these," the dragon gave a firm squeeze around his sack. "That horse likes to hit them hard."

Makaidos growled his appreciation and shuffled forward. The roar of the arena proved slightly intimidating, but not debilitating. Makaidos looked around. There was plenty of space to maneuver, both on the ground and above. A golden dragon approached. White paws, tawny underbelly, and a finned tail tip. Makaidos knew this one.

"Stavoros?"

"Is that..." he fixed his verdant eyes on him. "Makaidos! That was you. I can recognize your growly words from a thousand others."

"SkySurger...I mean, your brightness, what are you doing here? The dragon told me a certain Zarathor was organizing these fights."

"That is one of my many names," the golden dragon approached. "As for what I do, isn't it obvious? I am teaching you hatchlings how to properly take each other," the dragon nuzzled Makaidos fondly under his wing. It was always strange that somebody so old and renowned displayed such openness. Makaidos stretched his wing to the side, grunting softly as the puffing warmth liberated the tension from his muscles. Stavoros nuzzled all the way up.

Makaidos took that opportunity to nibble under his jaw. Stavoros always had a thing for rubs. Even now he rumbled with delight.

"That touch brings back memories," he pulled back, wings tucked at his sides. "Now tell me. What kind of reason had you dragging your lazy paws all the way here?"

"It's complicated."

"Always is with you. As much as I tried, I could never unveil the mysteries laying beneath those sooty scales of yours. They seem in fine condition. Strayed away from the SkyBreakers, I see."

Which was another name for killers. "Words pierce deeper than claws. I became something else after abandoning the order. I have yet to figure out what."

"Yes you do. Your opponent will be arriving shortly, Makaidos. Did your guild explain the basics?"

"Only in very brief touches."

"Then I will be brief as well," the dragon dropped on the ground and scratched an itch on the back of his head with the help of a hind paw. "We use domination as means to prove any kind of skill. Fights were too bloody for what the Spire of Justice wanted to accomplish, so they proposed change. And since mating is a fight where blood is spilled in measured quantities, we agreed to go with that."

"So I have to pierce someone's hole, like that lust stricken drake said?"

"Ra'ak Zaaryi. Wind of the West," Stavoros dipped his head.

"You say that like it means something."

"Quickness and unpredictability. Ra'ak has them both," Stavoros stretched his neck, whispering. "He likes to attack the weak spots of males, so be mindful of what lies under your tail."

Makaidos winced. Everybody seemed to be after his balls as of late. "How do I take him down?"

"However you want. Just avoid wounding him too bad. If you can hit him, that is."

Makaidos was left more confused than he was at the start. At least then he had his own theories about the fights rather than an old dragon's cryptic advice. Stavoros off with a loud roar, announcing the start of what was about to be a heavily exciting and embarrassing moment for one of the two fighters involved. The arena roared with joy and excitement. Stavoros flew around, whipping the crowd into frenzy before silencing them all with a booming roar.

"This contestant needs no proper introduction. You saw his lean physique. Feared it when it approached you. Some of you even felt his paws thundering down with relentless fury. Hailing from the verdant reaches of SeaCliff, I give you Ra'ak Zaaryi, Wind of the West!'

Dragons roared, gryphons shrieked, and serpents cried wildly. A tawny horse burst through the smoke left behind the vanishing gate, striding proudly towards his doom.

Makaidos couldn't take his opponent seriously. He was pitifully small, barely reaching up to his chest. His tawny fur had nothing but rags wrapped around it, exposing the bulging muscles hiding underneath. As if those provided any measure of protection from claws or fangs.

"Who shall have the audacity to fly against the storm? A dragon? No. A true Wyrm! Behold Makaidos, conqueror of shadows and liberator of gryphons!"

Those titles made him cock his head and hide it under a wing. Stavoros definitely spent too much time in the arena, to boast about inexistent achievements like that. As the crowd's roar lost its strength, Makaidos advanced towards his opponent.

"Well built," the horse tilted his head this way and that. "Large wings, lean limbs, long whipping tail."

"Do I intimidate you, horse?" Makaidos crouched and extended his neck, close enough to smell the scents of musk and vegetation rising from his fur.

The equine scratched his arm. "The first ones did. Big, lumbering beasts with fangs and claws bigger than my fist," he clenched it for emphasis. "Turns out they were just wailing hatchlings."

"You will meet your match, horse," Makaidos hissed, retreating his snout from the brute's touch.

"Maybe I will. Or maybe I will make that pretty snout of yours cry after your limbs crumble and fall."

Stavoros put an end to the taunting with a harsh growl. The fight was about to begin. Makaidos remained lowered in half a crouch, wings tense, tail swishing behind him. His claws dug into the ground for extra purchase while his eyes fixed onto the prey before him. Makaidos still had trouble believing the nature of his opponent. A scrawny horse too small for the huge ambitions he harbored inside his head. He waited until Stavoros roared, then flared his wings, surging towards the equine.

Ra'ak sidestepped the first slash, then dove right under him. Makaidos whipped his tail around, catching only the hard surface of his scales. He looked between his legs, just in time to see the horse's fist ram into his balls.

Breath fled his chest in a crippling rush. He fell on his side, paws clenching with agony. He tried to kick and shove his opponent away with wild flaps of his wings, but the horse didn't back down. He nimbly avoided the blows, sneaking a fist whenever he got close enough. Makaidos balls shriveled and quaked. The horse was a lot stronger than he anticipated. He rained blow after blow. An explosion of raw pain obliterated Makaidos' strength. He wailed and curled around himself, desperate to protect his abused sack.

The horse had none of that. He grabbed the tail with both arms and shoved it aside. Then, he punched Makaidos hard in the flanks. He instinctively kicked his legs, exposing his balls in the process. That was exactly what the equine expected. Ra'ak straddled the dragon's limp tail, then brought his fists down like cold, pelting rain. He struck so fast, his fists seemed a blur. Each blow connected to the sack, sending it slapping against hard scales. The pain became excruciating. Not only were the blows hard, but the smashing slaps became seething agony.

Then, he slowed down. Makaidos thought he could outlast the pain until another rock hard fist smashed into his sack. He choked on his roar. The stallion drew back, putting more and more strength into his quaking fists. They came down like a rockfall, allowing no room to breathe.

Makaidos snapped and roared miserably, overwhelmed with seething pain. Tears burst from his eyes. Jagged teeth bit into his balls with every slamming fist, and the equine showed no signs of slowing down. He hit with unrestrained thirst, coming down like righteous thunder crackling between heavy clouds. He drew back his burly arms, clenched until his muscles bulged, then brought himself forward with unrestrained might. Makaidos' sack ruptured under the sheer weight of relentless fury. His muscles clenched harder than ever, and claws dug their tips inside the pads of his paws to draw blood.

"You are done!" The horse cried. He mated his fists as he stood up, then dropped down into an earth shattering blow.

Makaidos's throat erupted with an ear splitting cry. A storm of intense agony broke loose inside his unreasonably hard slit. Fluid overflowed between the clenched walls, too thick and milky to be anything else than seed. Makaidos cried like a whelp as his balls emptied themselves from all the abuse. He released shamefully, dribbling like a female at the peak of her heat.

"Hah, easy," the horse swiped a hand over the seed coated slit. "You are not even hard, dragon. If a few punches are all it takes to spend your essence, I can only wonder how loose your hole is. Looser than a female, no doubt."

Makaidos blinked back the overflowing tears. Something hung between the horse's legs. Something long, splotched with pink, and with a wide flare at the tip.

His cock. Makaidos watched helplessly as the horse lubricated himself with his own seed. He grunted as he thrust into his squelching grip, growing as long as a dragon.

"Moan for me, whelp," he said as he buried his lengthy cock through the dragon's shivering muscles. They took him without any restraint, unleashing a moan of bliss from the stallion's panting mouth.

"Cry!" he squeezed one ball between his fingers.

Makaidos kicked and thrashed.

"Cry for me while I burst into you!"

He couldn't hold him back. He was too weak. Too helpless. Makaidos could only watch as the stallion thrust savagely into his hole. Thrust and cry whenever his balls received more punishment. The pain triggered spasms, which were thoroughly savored by the blissful equine. He picked up his pace, then burst with a long series of grunts. His warm seed slithered inside, providing a measure of relief.

Makaidos waited until the horse tapered off, then watched his seed drenched cock pull out.

"It has been a pleasure," he bowed and left, tail swishing happily above his drooping sack.

Makaidos remained there. It took two armored dragons to drag him out of the arena. They left him just outside, with a dozen snouts and eyes blinked in his direction.

"What are you looking at?" Makaidos snarled angrily.

The dragons drew back. Some talked among themselves, while a few brave ones poked their heads closer to sniff at the slime coating his slit.

He scrambled on his fours, dispersing the curious whelps with a flap of his wings. Two males offered their help, but Makaidos wanted to be alone. He flew towards Sari's mountain, then limped his way inside the cave, towards the warm embrace of a female.

He only found Rayik. The gryphon lounged where the dragonesses previously stood, stroking his half erect cock. Makaidos snorted. The musk of a needy male was the last thing he wanted to smell right now.

Rayik heard that. He jumped on his merry legs and bounded towards Makaidos.

"You're finally here! I thought a hoard of angry males subdued you along with the lovely females that own this cave."

"Where are they?" Makaidos asked curtly.

"Flying. Mating. Pleasuring themselves. I don't care," Rayik crouched, looking at something.

The grey dragon flapped his wings at him. He knew that glint in his eyes too well. "I have very short patience for your games, Rayik. Crawl back towards your corner and spend your lust however you like."

He shook his head at that. "I would, if my favorite spot didn't happen to be that tight hole of yours."

"You are not claiming it!" Makaidos exposed his dripping fangs and snarled, forcing the avian to back off a few steps.

"Fine. No reason to get your claws out over words and intentions, scale-head."

"My claws are always out, Rayik. And they can hurt."

"Like you are doing right now? I know pain when I see it, dragon," Rayik circled him from a distance. "Your snout trembled ever since you came in, and even my blows haven't shriveled your balls to that extent."

"Poke your beak elsewhere," Makaidos growled dismissively. He walked away from Rayik, but the pest kept following him.

"What happened in that arena?"

"Leave."

"Will do when you tell me."

Makaidos hated to explain himself. He turned around with a monstrous sigh. "There was a horse. Small. Slender. I misjudged his prowess and I paid the price. Pleased?"

"Not until you spill the details," the gryphon insisted.

"He attacked my only weak spot, you irritating, dim witted featherhead. I can barely stay on my feet, least form proper words, so why don't you fill that beak with your own cock and rid me of your stupidity?!"

He turned around as soon as the fire left his throat. Makaidos curled around himself and closed his eyes. At least, a moment of silence.

Clacking claws approached. A presence poked around his tailhole, too soft to be pestering. Makaidos allowed it to linger. The warm moisture felt quite good. It soothed and relaxed him for the hard thrust that followed.

He snapped his eyes open with a growl. Rayik flared his wings in defense, shrieking loudly. He was halfway in, trying to push the bulge of his knot inside the ring of muscles.

Makaidos ignored restraint. He shoved the gryphon so hard that he rolled several times in a squawking pile of limbs and feathers.

"Why?" Rayik shrieked with indignation. "How can you be so selfish?"

"How can you? I have been beaten, taken and humiliated by a prey. A PREY!" Makaidos' growl dripped with venom. "And you, a muddy and scrawny bird, think I have the patience and willingness to shelter your filthy cock inside me?"

Rayik stumbled back under the sheer weight of the words. They hit harder than blows, tearing at his pride and dignity.

"I was broken too, dragon. I told you, but you never listened. Never cared for my needs."

Makaidos stood on his paws. He couldn't control the raging anger any longer. He advanced with shivering steps, wings tucked at his sides, neck stretched towards the bird in front of him. "I sheltered you more times than I ever mated before."

"It wasn't enough! I need more. Want more. This crave tears me from inside out. I want it gone. GONE!" Rayik lashed with his claws. He tore and ripped the bare air apart to vent out his own restless emotions.

"What is enough for you? Tell me. Tell me right now!"

"A hole that I can fill whenever and however I wish, dragon," Rayik grinded his beak. "I want you to be mine. Squeeze my cock when I want, slurp my seed when I want, offer your balls to my claws when I demand!"

"I would rather end your pitiful life. Isn't that what you want, bird?" Makaidos snarled. "I can wash away your crave. Just expose that fluffy belly to me, and I will give you relief."

Rayik prepared to strike when the flapping of wings distracted him.

"This isn't over," he leaped into a corner.

Makaidos walked towards the cave's mouth to greet the two females. Their scent had never been so stimulating. He licked them all over their snouts and nuzzled into their necks, feasting on the warmth and the smell of a dragon. They both returned the affection with eager licks. Sari wrapped a wing over his back and inquired about the arena. Makaidos told her everything apart from the confrontation he had with Rayik. Perhaps the gryphon came to his senses.

He was proven wrong as soon as they entered the inner cave. Rayik forfeited any kind of greeting. He dug his beak under Veristra's belly, craving for the scent and taste of her slit. The confused female had no idea what happened until Rayik pushed his beak inside her. She snarled, shoving him away with a flap of her wings.

The gryphon licked his wet beak eagerly.

"Have you lost sense?" Sari asked. "What gives you the right to fall upon my sister like that?"

"Her scent. I want her," Rayik said.

"That will never happen," Sari said defensively.

"He's a male, sister. We cannot fault them for their weakness."

"I can, and I will. Makaidos is male too. Saw how he greeted us compared to this...this creature," Sari snorted in disgust.

"He has a crave," Makaidos nuzzled the two females. "Imprisonment is particularly harsh on gryphons, and Rayik often sought my tailhole for comfort."

"He had you?" They asked at the same time.

"Many times," Makaidos smiled toothily as he switched his gaze upon Rayik. "But only the rough warmth of his paw will bring him comfort from now on. Isn't that right, Rayik?"

He turned around. Makaidos extended his wing just in time. Warm fluid pelted his membrane, impregnating it with a mixture of seed and urine. Rayik retreated when his plan failed.

Makaidos followed the two females inside their favorite corner, where he comfortably snuggled into their pile of paws and wings. They shared words about the arena and comforted each other with warm nuzzles and licks. Makaidos was grooming their paws when his tail was violently grabbed. He fell on his side, catching sight of the culprit. Rayik stood above his tail, with a paw lifted into the air. It came down in the blink of an eye. A surge of agonizing pain rushed through the dragon's abused balls. Makaidos's eyes teared up instantly. Rayik didn't stop at one blow. He grabbed, squeezing harder than he ever did. His seething clutch became so hard that starts danced before Makaidos flooding eyes. He roared his erupting misery, shivering from every joint. Two more roars followed, then a harsh shriek. The pressure around his balls vanished, leaving behind the savage whipping of relentless blade strokes.

"He's gone. You are safe now," came a soothing voice.

"He's shivering so badly. What has that gryphon done to him?"

"My sack..." Makaidos choked. He washed his tongue over his trembling lips, then spoke again. "He squeezed it so hard... it stings...stings so bad..."

Sniffs and licks followed, each failing to calm the inferno bursting with throbbing spasms inside his balls.

"I don't see nor smell any blood."

"It's inside. Deep inside," Makaidos writhed.

"We are here for you, Makaidos. How can we calm your pain?"

"Licks. Gentle. Movement," he said hoarsely.

The dragonesses started their treatment. It hurt at first, but the continuous motion slowly alleviated the sting. Senses returned to Makaidos' fuzzy head, and for a few heartbeats, he could focus on something more than pain.

"Gratitude," he gently pushed the twin snouts away.

The dragonesses turned upon his neck instead. One licked along his chest, while the other treated his limbs with gentle caresses of her tongue. Makaidos surrendered to the warmth with a long, heated growl. He loved how their tails coiled and squeezed around his hind paws. If this bothersome pain didn't make his slit half numb, he would have been helplessly hard by now.

"That gryphon is a pest, Makaidos. Push him away, like a mother dragon does to her hatchlings after they mature. There is no reason to carry him with you."

"My sister, always tempting males with more reason than licks," Veristra nudged her sister. They licked each other fondly, tongues dashing around their snouts and between their parting jaws.

Makaidos watched the display, heavily tempted to join and sample their warmth. He stretched his neck, only to have a paw shoved into his snout.

"Sari speaks true, dear male," Veristra flexed her toes, playfully scratching between the scales with the tips of her snowy claws. "Gryphons are improper company. Our scales were never meant to mingle with their feathers."

Makaidos nodded his head. They were both right. Dragons heeded reason. They tamed instincts. Why did he need to carry Rayik's broken husk when he could discard it? He was never supportive, always demanding, and hurt Makaidos more than any dragon ever did. Yet, somehow, he couldn't bring himself to abandon him to the darkness.

"He agrees," Sari grabbed her sister's paw between her jaws.

Makaidos licked his snout once he found himself free. "Rayik is a burden, but maybe that can change. He wasn't always this desperate. Captivity breaks him. We need to find a way to escape."

"There is no way," the females disagreed through hissing teeth. "SkyTalons fly around these mountains day and night. It's foolishness to think four of us can stand against the whole Spire of Inquisition."

"Maybe we don't have to," Makaidos said. "Stavoros has been my mentor for many ears. If I could talk to him about our plea, he may be persuaded in helping our cause."

"That is possible," Sari growled excitedly. "Any combatant can challenge any dragon, gryphon, or otherwise when they enter the arena."

"You only have to state your intention to fight, and wait for your opponent to accept," Veristra joined in.

"What happens after?"

The two females assaulted him with licks and nuzzles. "You have to take him."

"Or let him take you."

"Speak while he is inside you, and be careful not to be too loud."

"The Spire does not take well to traitors."

Makaidos closed his eyes. They both spoke so quickly, and licked so fast. He allowed his tongue to loll out of his maw and his paws to drop on the sides. A fight stirred his blood, yet a soothing bath of tongues and relaxation strengthened his resolve.

Makaidos almost drifted towards blissful dreams when Rayik appeared into his mind.

"What about the gryphon?" he asked weakly.

"Worry not of him."

"We will keep you safe from his reach."

Their words provided a most soothing embrace. Makaidos forgot what he had to say as he allowed relief to wash over him.

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That should teach a lesson to even the mightiest of predators. Underestimating your opponent is bad, guys! Bad bad bad! In the best case it earns you a good amount of pain. If you're unlucky, well...allow your imagination to do its dirty job.

Do you think Makaidos stood any chance against the Wind of the West? How would you have handled that naughty horse were you in Makaidos' place? Be sure to tell me in the comments!

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