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She had a devious grin on his face as she taped up her talons. She was cocky, completely arrogant, but she had earned her ego through many years of proving herself in the Tritian Coliseum. She was the champion, and had been undefeated for months. No challengers were worthy of Ceylon A'Merone, adeptly named after the godfather of transformation that she'd imitated her whole life.

The coliseum fights were twice a week, on the third and fifth days, leaving the remaining time to be dedicated to military training for the prince and his team of mages. Perfect time to set up rivalries and host a tournament to see who was truly the most worthy. The last contender to Ceylon's title was a tall, powerful looking beast that went by the name of Kyril. He called himself a gnoll, but he looked like a weird blend of feline and canine to most.

Kyril had made his way through the ranks of the tournament for that number one contender position through a combination of speed, skill, and brute strength. He was a full head taller than Ceylon, and far bulkier so he would be hard to toss around. By some miracle, he was mostly immune to or at least resistant to magic attacks, so Ceylon knew that she couldn't rely on that. The one thing that Ceylon was most worried about was that Kyril liked to bite. The last round of the tournament, Kyril had bitten through his opponent's shoulder, crunching bone and slicing arteries to make the most glorious mess.

If those teeth wrapped around any part of Ceylon's body, she was done for. Luckily, Ceylon was quick on her feet and not afraid of the brute.

As a long time warrior, the gryphoness had learned how to adapt and adjust to any opponent's abilities. She could fight one on one with a mage of any skill level, brawl with the best, and clash blades with the rest. There was a reason she was so cocky, she hadn't been beaten ever since she joined this coliseum league, and nothing bolstered her confidence more than to destroy the larger opponents that dared contest her position at the top. Even more fun was watching those who had worked so hard be kicked back to the end of the line for a chance at that title.

There was a knock at the door of Ceylon's dressing room. She looked up from her tightly wrapped talons to chirp out an invitation. "Come on in." She got to her feet and started hopping from one hind paw to the other.

In came two of her friends, Minnigan and Lethias. Minnigan was a buff looking, four-armed canine with feathered arms and a long, tiger like tail. A Chimera. Lethias, on the other hand, was a red, bipedal dragon with blue stripes over his cheeks and down his chest.

"How are you? Nervous?" Lethias asked. He knew how violent the coliseum fights got, and he'd seen Ceylon in some pretty brutal messes before.

"I'm sure I'll be fine. Kyril can't even match my magic attacks if I decide to break that out. He's big and presumably dumb. I'm sure I'll literally dance circles around him, and that's if I chose not to bring my sword into play." Ceylon smiled and winked, her beak curling up in a devious smirk.

Minnigan moved in to give her a punch on the shoulder, other set of arms crossed over his chest. "Good to know you're confident. Just be careful out there, I've seen what that guy does, he's not kind to his opponents."

"I'm aware. So how far along is the last fight going? What's taking so long?" As the three of them spoke, there was a deep rumbling followed by a series of cheers. They were just outside the coliseum walls in the adjacent warrior preparation stalls, and there was a fight happening that Ceylon was waiting to finish, for her match was next.

Lethias looked over to Minnigan before shrugging his shoulders. "I really don't know. That dragon was fighting the horse guy, and they seem to be circling around each other more than actually fighting. I doubt either will go for a killer blow to win that fight."

The rules of the coliseum were pretty simple. The winner was decided by what was called a 'killing blow', a submission, or have it called by a judge where the fight is clearly one sided and the other cannot compete. The killing blow was the most common way to win, like a pinning move in wrestling, only this was a position where the aggressor would hold the opponent in a position that they cannot get out of, where the blade or claws could decapitate or puncture the heart. When that position was held for three seconds, then the aggressor won, such as a knife to the throat or a blade pressed to the chest. Alternatively, one could do a swing and restrain themselves immediately before completing the killing blow. A swing to the neck stopping at the shoulder.

Ceylon almost always won her fights with that sort of victory, with a blade at her side. This method was the most aggressive and powerful way to win a fight, but it also came with its own problems. Since the gladiators fought with real weapons, it was very possible that a decapitation could happen or a fighter could be run through the heart. Those two sleights often killed immediately and death was not the goal.

Luckily, the Tritian mages were quite talented, and not a single fatality had happened since Ceylon started fighting here. Lots of blood and guts spilled, but everyone recovered in time thanks to the powerful skills of those healers.

"That's fine. I'm sure he'll be hurt more than I will be. Like I said, I didn't get to where I am without the skill I have. There's no way my position is thanks to luck." Ceylon winked back to Lethias and grinned.

"Whatever. Just thought I'd give my advice. You can take it or leave it." Lethias grumbled as he shrugged again. Minnigan leaned into him and gave him a hug, wrapping all four arms around the dragon.

Before Ceylon could respond, a powerful shaking was felt in the wood of the preparation stall followed by the belling of thousands of fans cheering. The fight must have been over, because an indecipherable voice of the announcer bellowed a moment later.

"That's likely my cue." Ceylon chirped as she cracked her neck and grabbed her sword. She was naked, as all gladiators were expected to be. It wasn't uncommon for gryphons, dragons, and many other of the races of Dalon to live without clothes, so it wasn't weird for any of them. Pretty much only humans regularly wore clothes, but that was mostly due to them being furless, featherless, and too boring for scales.

A moment later, the door to the stall swung open and Alistarn popped his head in. He was the show-runner of the fights, a tiny rat-like murine of less than a meter tall. "Hey, it's time for you to get out there. He'll be announcing your fight very soon." Alistarn advised before closing the door behind him.

Ceylon bumped her fist to Lethias, then to all four of Minnigan's before leaving to dart out the door.

Before she made it into the hallway, Minnigan raised a finger and stopped her, pulling her into a big four-armed hug. "And remember, when you're out there, you don't want to lose your head." He said with the most solemn of nods, like what he was saying was sincere and not facetious.

Lethias squinted, disappointed that Minnigan stole his punder. The dragon was the one who usually made puns, not Minnigan. "Yeah, it's your most prominent feature!"

Minnigan glowered as he looked back to Ceylon. "Just try to keep a level head."

"On your shoulders is best." Lethias piped in.

"Hon, come on! She has a fight to get to. You just go out there and have fun, we've seen you fight, I'm sure you'll be alright." Minnigan assured as he let Ceylon leave.

"If you say so! Hope you're in the front row! You better get to your seats!" Ceylon advised before dashing off. She briskly walked down and around the many stalls, past dozens of others who were milling about and buying concessions on the intermission. Parents, kids, the elders, and even some noblemen were there to see the show, and Ceylon was sure to give them their money's worth.

See, the big hook of the Tritian Coliseum was that, while the winner was decided by skill and ability, the booking was decided by the showrunner, who decided WHO fought and what the stipulations were based on how entertaining a fighter was. One knight may be the most skilled at winning fights, but if they're not entertaining, they won't get the opportunity because nobody wants to watch them. Ceylon was good at both, which is why she was the champion. She told a story in her moves, she made people like her, and when it came down to it she could put on the flashiest of shows.

The gryphoness adored this lifestyle. There were few things she'd rather be doing than telling a story and entertaining her many fans.

Before she stepped into the alcove between the prep stalls and concessions, she took in a big deep breath and pushed through the double swinging doors to emerge into the arena.

The moment the fans saw her form, sword in one hand, they stood up and cheered with a pounding chant. "Cey-Lon! Cey-lon!" It warmed her heart and filled her with adrenaline.

"Introducing first, our champion and Beast from the East! It's Ceylon!" The announcer bellowed.

She raised her hands to the sky and soaked in the admiration, stepping through the lush green grass that surrounded the dusty, square ring that they would be fighting in. The ring was lined with four pillars, each about four meters high and made of solid marble. When she got near, she hopped up onto the nearest one and grabbed the ledge of the tip, vaulting herself up in a flip to land atop it. She grabbed her sword and pointed it to the sky, a series of fireballs emerging from her hand in three separate directions followed by a coursing bolt of lightning that shot out through the sword and connected each arching fireball to it all at once. It was her signature entrance, and people loved it!

Once the magic bursts had died down, she hopped back off the pillar to land in the dusty square that was the arena, where she walked up to the announcer and stood by his side, glancing up at the people as he carried on the introduce her opponent.

"And the challenger, new to the Tritian League! He's a hybrid species from the north, and he has been chewing through the competition over the past few months. No opponent has lasted more than ten minutes with him! He is Kyril!"

A moment later, from the opposite end of the arena, came the challenger. He burst through the twin red doors and stomped his way towards the arena, eyes trained on Ceylon as he huffed. His shoulders were haunched, and his hands were balled into fists, one of them holding a lance. Unlike Ceylon, he wasn't fully naked, but instead wore simple leathers over his shoulders and covering his upper arms. Cheeky. It wasn't against the rules, but it was considered unsportsmanlike.

No worry, they would slow him down.

Once he got to the arena, he grunted and growled before tossing the lance up high, grabbing the butt of it and lunging it directly up in the air with a howling growl. His motions were met with thunderous applause. The people loved him, almost as much as they loved Ceylon!

"The match will commence momentarily. You all know the rules. First one to get a killing blow, submission, or renders the opponent unable to retaliate wins! Now, you two keep it civil. Touch your blades." The announcer got in between the two fighters and had them each reach forward with their weapon so that the blade tip of Ceylon's sword touched the shiny metal of Kyril's lancer blade. "Now return to your corners."

Ceylon walked backwards until she was touching the nearest pillar with her tail. Her chest was heaving and she felt the cold chill of adrenaline flowing through her. Kyril did the same, walking backwards until his hand touched the pillar. Now it was time.

"Lllllladies and Gentlemen, fans of all species! It is time for the marquee match of the evening! Lllllets get ready to Baaaaattllleeeee!" As soon as he finished the final word, he slashed his hand downward and hopped back out of the dusty ring, knowing full well that it would get messy right quick.

Ceylon uncurled her tail from the post and bounded forth, meeting Kyril in the center of the ring, her blade swinging upward in a wide arch. He leaned back to avoid it, parrying with a shallow jab with his polearm. She deflected it and leaned in to pound her shoulder to his chest, knocking him back.

"Good move." He said as he held his hand to his pecs. He glared at Ceylon and lunged forward, extending the blade of his polearm forward. She dodged to the side, but he dug the butt of the weapon into his hip and used it for leverage as he swished it to the side, the tip of it slashing across Ceylon's belly under her chest, a thin red gash opening up as tiny strands of her fur and feathers trickled to the ground.

She grunted and back-stepped with a grin. "Well alright then. Faster than I thought you were. I won't be making that mistake again!" She puffed our her chest feathers and lifted her sword in a fencing position, ready to riposte any attack he would offer. He was strong, so she'd need to catch his blade at the base of hers. Naturally, he took the bait and pushed forth, swinging his lance back and forth. She easily guided the motions, his blade sliding down hers as she deflected it to either side. Left, then right; up, then down. After one powerful lunge followed by her forcing his blade into the dirt, she slashed upwards to slice him open from belly to collarbone.

Against her expectations, he pushed in and dropped his weapon to grab her. She bent and twisted mid-slash, but he still managed to land a blow on her flank with enough force to break a rib. Instantly, she jumped up and kicked him in the face with both paws, landing on her rump and rolling back to get back to her feet, using the blade to pat her rump of the dust and dirt that had gathered there.

Both had open wounds now, and both knew precisely what the other was capable of. Good. Now Ceylon could destroy him. "Come at me, beast." She taunted, sword on her shoulder with her free hand coaxing him forth.

Kyril was no fool. He knew better than to jump into her. Rather, he stepped forward with caution, chest out and head held high with his blade aimed at her head. He sidestepped, then sidestepped back before spinning and slashing at her, the tip of the blade forming a divot in the ground.

With his blade stabbing into the dirt, she jumped up onto the staff of the polearm and brought her knee to his face, followed by the butt of her sword to his collar bone. Before she could push away from him and create some separation, he wrapped his arms around her waist and slammed her to the ground with all his strength, knocking the wind out of her.

She landed with a dull thud on in the dirt, a cloud of dust bursting from her torso in all directions. Disoriented and with vision blurred, she shook her head and raised her hands to defend in case an attack came. After blinking a few times, the focus returned to her and she saw Kyril standing above her with his pike aimed downward to stab. In one fluid motion, she rolled out of the way, pushed off the ground with both hands and both feet, and stumbled into a standing position, body wavering and off balance. She anticipated another attack, so she dodge-rolled to the side and turned to watch as he jabbed the blade forth again, this time having it slide over her back to expose the back of her ribs.

Luckily, she was expecting that. With one quick motion she brought her hand up to grab the staff just below the blade, gripping tight and pulling as she rolled away from him. Her motion and weight carried him forth as she fell on her back, both paws up in the air to flip him over her in a somersault, leaving him landing on his back behind her. The momentum carried her in a backwards roll as she kicked off the dirt to land on his chest, weapon down at his chest.

All she needed was three seconds for him to not notice.

Turns out, Kyril was far more perceptive than his brute visage would imply, because he quickly came to his senses and grabbed the staff in one hand and grabbed her throat with the other, thick fingers wrapping around her with ease.

She knew she was in danger if he got any closer, so she let go of the weapon and used all her strength to attack his elbow, bending his arm backwards until she felt it pop out of place. His muscle strength dissipated immediately, allowing her to kick off his chest and back flip onto her feet. Now above him, she backed off and ran around him, bending over to grab her blade from the ground and resituate herself.

Her neck was sore due to the powerful grip of the warrior opposite her. It didn't help that, as an avian, her neck was her weak point.

"You continue to surprise. I respect that, but this fight is over." Ceylon complimented, then gloated over her opponent as he coughed and got to his feet. "We end this." She lifted her free hand, a teal glowing mist emanating from her palm and billowing down around her arm. As she snapped her claws together, the mist ignited and fiery tendrils lanced across the battlefield towards him. She knew he seemed to have elemental protection, but it would still disorient enough and singe his fur. A perfect distraction.

Kyril was flailing helplessly amidst a cloud of rising smoke and embers before parting his arms and clearing the embers from his face. He wasn't affected by the heat and fire, and was expecting an attack so he was swinging his lance back and forth wildly at about Ceylon's face height.

She calculated each of his moves as she dove in next to him, rolling around before flipping over his attacks. Each motion had her swing her blade at his chest, arms, and legs to open up a series of shallow gashes. He brought his elbow up to hit her, but she backed off and stabbed, the blade plunging into his bicep. His arm went limp so he used his other hand to grip tight on the shaft of the weapon, the blunt end resting on his hip for leverage as he stabbed and sliced at her.

Ceylon remained nimble and aggressive, ducking under and weaving through his every attack, stabbing and slicing him until he was standing with each of his feet in a darkening puddle of his own blood. He lunged forward with his mouth open to bite at her, but she slammed the end of the blade down into the dirt again and she kicked off it, flipping over him and slicing at his neck with one graceful swing, stopping so close to him that a single trail of blood ran down the Fuller of the blade.

"And that, Sir Kyril, is the killing blow." She chirped at him from behind.

Instantly, he fell to his knees, limp arm cradled under his belly. He let out a long, howling growl that was soon drowned out by the loud chants and cheers of the crowd.

"Cey-Lon! Cey-Lon!" The chanted as she rubbed the edge of the blade on her hip fur, leaving a dark red smear across her flank.

"You fought well, Kyril." She complimented, Clicking her beak and turning to the crowd, arm raised high to conjure up a few fireworks from the lingering teal mist that was emanating from her body. Fire and bolt and icy mist burst into the night sky as one of the healers came up to her and pressed their hand to her side, where he had sliced her open.

"Good fight, Ceylon." the Ne-Mar healer said to her as she splashed some water at the open wound, using her finger and thumb to part the slit, cleaning it of dirt and fur. Once it was clean, the tingling mist slipped from her palms to Ceylon's wounds, initiating the heal. Within minutes, the red gash had sealed shut and the bleeding had completely stopped, leaving a ragged scar that would disappear within a few days.

From the crowd came both Lethias and Minnigan, congratulating Ceylon while also taking a moment to give special recommendation to Kyril.

Lethias grabbed Ceylon's wrist and held her hand high, nearly tearing the healed wound back open. He didn't shout or call out a winner, choosing instead to leave that up to the announcer. It was his job, after all. Minnigan, on the other hand, went over to aid the healers in fixing up the dozens of small cuts and wounds of Kyril. He needed the attention a lot more.

The announcer was about to raise his voice and call the match, but the tiny murine showrunner Alistarn came running across the field, waving a scroll above his head. Seeing this, the announcer waited until he joined them all in the middle of the arena. Alistarn hopped up and whispered into the announcer's ear, showing him the writing on the scroll.

Ceylon was curious, eyes narrowed as she tried to catch a glimpse of the writing. Her eyes were sharp and she could likely see the words if she could get a direct line of sight. "What is going on?" She asked Lethias.

"You'll see." He winked and smirked, fist bumping Minnigan on two of his arms while they waited for the announcer to dispense the news.

"Ladies and gentlemen! It would appear we have a twist in the myth here at the Tritian Coliseum! For today, Lady Ceylon of Klyneth has emerged victorious, but she will not be celebrating long, for Alistarn has decreed that, at the next show in two days, she will defend her title once more against not one, but two opponents! First time combatants Lethias and Minnigan will both be challenging her in a triple threat match!"

The crowd absolutely loved that. They started stomping and cheering and they chanted, "Trip-le-Threat! Trip-le-threat!" Their thunderous applause kept going, halting the announcer every time he raised his arms to speak. A triple threat was a rare treat, altering the dynamics of the fight in such a fundamental way. With a three way fight, there were always two sides open to the one side you were combating, and anything could happen. Alliances could form, friendships could be torn apart.

This almost certainly spelled doom for Ceylon and her championship. Lethias and Minnigan both were mates, there was no way they would actually allow this to be a three way; it was a two on one, certainly.

Ceylon glared at both Minnigan, then Lethias, then back to Minnigan again, curious to find out how they managed to spin this to Alistarn, convincing him to book the match against two newcomers. Rather than dwell on it, she stepped over and away from the healers to stab her finger in their chest, making it look like they were getting into a fight, a conflict on the field.

"What is this, guys? Just play along and pretend you're arguing with me, but seriously, what the skies is wrong with you?" She was pressing her chest to Lethias's, her beak poking at his snout.

Luckily, Lethias picked up on the ruse and started pushing back, his taller, wider frame forcng her back. "That's for me to know and you not to find out!" He joked, still pushing his chest to hers.

Grumpy, Ceylon pulled away and walked off the field, faking anger. The crowd never did stop cheering for her every step of the way. As soon as she was out of the view of the spectators,s he turned and waited for her two friends so she could get a proper explanation as to what had just happened. She thought she had a successful defense, only to have her serenity pulled from her post match. Should have been her crowning achievement.

A moment later, Minnigan and Lethias burst through the double doors to join her, looking happy and excited.

"Okay, so seriously, what happened back there?" Ceylon asked in between brushing her fur of the dust that had accumulated. "I'm seriously curious, what could you possibly have done to-"

"You'll have to find out later!" Lethias gloated, a smirk on his face.

Ceylon paused and twitched her eye. She knew full well that no amount of prodding would get the answer out of him short of threatening him with violence, and she'd never do that outside of the sanction of a coliseum battle. Rather than fight him, she slumped her shoulders, accepting defeat. "We can talk back on the south shores. I have a home in the trees there."

"Good, because we weren't going to tell you our secret until it's too late!" Minnigan joked.

The trip beyond the coliseum took only an hour's worth of walk. The path was clear, sans the few horse-drawn carriages that passed them occasionally. The entire trip was frustrating for Ceylon because now that she knew they had a secret they weren't able to tell, it was eating her up inside and she wouldn't be content until that puzzle piece fell into place.

Her home was high in a gnarled, single cellitoke tree that hung over the side of a cliff over the south shores. She had built a house among the leaves, using its trunk as the core with the branches guiding the architecture. Inside it was like any lodge home, with stained wood floors, walls, and ceiling; a grand stairwell leading up the side of the angled trunk to the front door.

"Welcome to Casa Celonita." She introduced. She had only lived here a few months so neither Lethias nor Minnigan had seen it yet, and she was proud of the design.

"Very nice. Reminds me of my place back from my adolescence." Lethias mused, his wings spreading out a bit and ruffling in a sense of awe.

"Very natural. Very you." Minnigan added, slowly nodding as he rubbed his chin with one hand. "So I take it doing these fights has been quite lucrative for you."

Ceylon nodded and chirped as she hopped up the stairs that lined the trunk of the tree, guiding them towards her front door. "Yeah, it does what it needs to pay for my food and taxes to the queen. Plus, since I'm well known around these parts, I get special accommodation from the royal guard. But enough of that, come on in!" She used her claw to unlock the door before swinging it inwards. Once inside, she spread her arms out. "This is my tree fort home! Wanted one of these my whole life."

Inside was simple, and the main floor was nothing but living room with a huge tree trunk through the floor. There was a staircase leading down on the opposite end, with stairs wrapping around the tree trunk upwards in a spiral. "Downstairs is the bathroom, upstairs is the kitchen and dining room, with my personal quarters on the top in a lofty attic type. I can see the stars through the window there since I trimmed the branches directly above it."

Lethias and Minnigan both stepped in and closed the door behind them. The next level was high enough that even the 2m tall Lethias to have plenty of horn room and wing space.

"Make yourself at home, I'm going to go and have a shower, okay?" Ceylon advised before going to hop up the stairs before she was stopped.

"How do you get water in a home in a tree?" Minnigan asked, making hand motions to imitate his attempt to put the pieces of that mystery together.

"Plumbing from the nearby village. Most of it is hidden between the stairs and the bark of the tree, buried under a half meter of dirt. I try to not think about it too much. I'm gonna go get cleaned, then we can discuss the details of your miraculous feat of number one contendership." Before they could respond, she hopped up the stairs and disappeared into the second floor, heading right towards the shower room, which was actually separate from the other bathroom in the basement.

She quickly cleaned herself off, basking in the warmth of the water as she thought of a dozen reasons and ways she could extort answers out of her typically clandestine friends. Once she had shampooed her fur and fluffed her down, she ran a comb through as much of her body as she could and shut the water off. One towel rub later, she stepped out of the shower and made her way back to the main level where Lethias and Minnigan were waiting, chatting to each other and playing checkers together at the table between them. Ceylon was still naked, wearing only the towel around her neck.

"Enjoy the shower?" Lethias asked, making a move on the board.

"I did, yes. Nice to feel clean and not sweaty after a fight. Wounds have already healed." She walked over to the checkerboard and bent over, tail up high to show her dark fleshed vulva hiding in her fur. She pulled her towel from her shoulders and used it to wipe the table under the checkerboard.

Lethias grunted a bit, his chest tightening. "This is a pleasant surprise." He commented, idly reaching out to prod at her muscled rump cheeks.

His mate Minnigan had one eye raised and a half smirk on his lips, clearly amused at Ceylon's blatant ruse. He wasn't fooled, but he played along because that's just how he was.

Rather than immediately respond, Ceylon kept swaying her hips, tail high and back arched. When she finally felt Lethias's talon touch her hindquarters, she stepped away and lowered her tail, turning to sit in the largest of the chairs, legs spread and one thigh up on the arm of it. The dark flesh of her lips still moist from the shower and glistening in the powerful lantern light of her home.

"Now come on, you can't tease me like that." Lethias scolded, his hand naturally resting on his crotch, hiding the growing bulge of his ventral scales.

"Whatever do you mean?" Ceylon cooed, bringing her leg down and lifting the other one to rest on the opposite arm of the chair, deliberately showing off her pussy. She knew precisely what she had to do to manipulate the dragon into sharing his secret. "I would never tease such a big and powerful dragon."

Lethias's face went blank as his breathing intensified. He blinked and held his palm tight to his lower belly, growing cock slipping out to smear his fluids against his hand. "You sure about that? You're doing a good job of getting me in the mood, what do you plan on doing about that?"

Minnigan laughed and leaned back in the chair, happy to watch his husband flirt with the gryphoness. He could have gotten involved, but his sexual desire was notably more muted than his eternally excited partner; he enjoyed watching the hunt more than finish.

"Well, maybe I am in the mood, maybe I'm not. Maybe that depends on just how you managed to convince Alistarn to let you into the league." She licked her fingers and slipped her hand between her thighs to part her nether lips, showing a slit of cherry pink nearly as dark as his scales.

"Oh, that's how this is?"

"That's how it is. You want a piece of this, you gotta tell me how you managed to get a swing at my title." She winked and slipped a couple of fingers inside herself, the saliva mixing with the moisture from the shower and her own lubrication. She was quite excited, having played with Lethias's ridged cock before. She wanted it, not just because there were few things as sexy as post-combat coitus, but because it was well textured and he knew how to use it. Mostly, though, she knew she could use her body to get him to give up the information; teasing a dragon was as effective as torture to war prisoners.

Minnigan chuckled a bit as he clasped his hands together, resting his chin on thumbs and lips against his fingers to watch the other two. Naturally the more silent of the two, he couldn't help but observe.

"That's low, man. Can't leave a red dragon blue like that. It makes my scales all purply royal and that's just not fun for anyone." He licked his lips and crossed his legs, concealing the cock that was pushing out from his slit.

"Oh, I have no intention of leaving you hanging, I j-"

She was cut off mid-sentence. "Then let's do this, right?"

"Not so fast. Like I said, I'll gladly lift my tail to you, but you have to divulge a few secrets. Are you in a divulgatory mood?"

There was a quiet pause as the three stared at each other. Ceylon kept her legs spread and one finger in herself as two others parted her lips. Lethias had his legs crossed but couldn't help but stare at her. Minnigan just kept casually glancing back and forth between the two.

"Well? Are you in the mood to divulge some information? I'd love to hear the juicy details, and until I get them, I intend to keep teasing you with the goods without letting you touch." She got up and walked over to him so that her hip was leaning against the side of the chair, her pussy showing under her tail near his snout and a sweet aroma wafting out from between her thighs. "Might as well give in now before your dragon balls go blue."

He grunted a bit, his eye twitching as he shot a glance to Minnigan. His husband happily nodded with a smile, knowing fully well that the answer was going to get out eventually. He played his hand quite well, and rather than lunge for Ceylon, the dragon shrugged and sidled up next to Minnigan, reaching his hand down between his legs. "Fine then, I guess I'll just play with Mister Husband here."

Minnigan, however, was more entertained by Ceylon's ploy, so he gave his mate's shaft and slit lips a bit of a rub before casually pushed his lover off. "No, Hun, I can't really say I'm in the mood. Besides, this is entertaining, watching you squirm. Go on, have your fun; it's really not that much of a secret to keep, anyway."

The moment he had his approval, he blurted it out in one long, rambling gush. "We've been fighting as a tag team over in the Delta Division for about a year now. Two on two matches. When we first saw you fighting around that time, we wanted to join too but the booking team didn't have a spot for us so we tried in the team league out west. We're the champs, and we convinced him for some cross promotion!" He took in a deep breath and smiled, but as soon as he did, he grabbed Ceylon by the hips and dragged her down so that she was sitting on his lap, his member slipping from its confines to prod between her legs.

Ceylon cooed and dragged a talon down his chest, following the blue mark that started on his cheek. "See? Now that wasn't so hard, was it? I can see you are, though!" She reached down between her legs and clasped her fingers around his cock tip, massaging gently. His lubrication and precum was perfect for maintaining a slick layer between his flesh and her talons.

His hips bucked upwards, rubbing his ridged length between her thighs, warmth from her vulva tickling him ever so gently. His claws dug into her hips and thighs until she resisted against them.

"No, no. Don't half-ass it. You earned your sexytime, come on." Ceylon got up and stood in front of Lethias, bent over and tail lifted as she leaned against the table with the checkerboard. A single drip of her fluids dribbled down from her vulva along her inner thigh. She looked over to Minnigan and seductively winked as she motioned for him to come over.

He shook his head gently with a soft smile. "Not yet. I'll just watch for now, okay?" He brought his lower arms down to tease at his own lips, prodding and rubbing his clit. Though male, he possessed female genitals, and Ceylon wanted to go down on them, taste them, enjoy them.

Rather than dwell on it, she nodded in agreement and shuffled backwards, spreading her legs a bit as she bent her knees, slowly lowering herself onto Lethias's lap. Her hand rested on his knee for balance, parting his legs so that she could get closer to his crotch. Once he was laid out on the chair in the most comfortable position, she reached back between her legs to guide his cock up to her tender slit, squatting down on it. She gasped gently as his hot flesh touched hers, her tail lifting high and back arching.

Lethias laid his hands on her hips, trying to push her down, but she slapped him away.

"I go at my own pace, dear. Sit back and enjoy it, okay?" She gently pushed his hand away and placed it on the arm of the chair, his tapered cock tip still resting between her dark fleshed lips. Her pelvic muscles twitched, peeling her vulva back and folder her clit outward in a mare-like wink, a gentle splash of her creamy lubrication trailing down the underside of his shaft. She leaned back, feeling it part her flesh with ease, the length of it disappearing into her in a series of soft lurches as each ridge burst into her.

He tried to grab at her hips again, but she stopped him by wrapping her fingers tight around his wrists and forcefully pushing them away. Once she was sure he was away again, she shifted around with his cock still in her until she could lift her leg up to rest her hindpaw on the arm of the chair next to his arm. Now that she was in perfect squatting position, she eased herself down slowly, relishing each gentle shift of his shaft as it slowly plunged deeper into her.

Luckily for her, Lethias wasn't so much of a talker when mating. He was more about action, about the thrust of it all. He wanted to grab her and force himself as deep as he could go, thighs slapping against belly scales, but she wasn't letting him. Instead, he gripped at the arm of the chair and tensed his muscles, bucking hips upward in shallow thrusts, grunting every time he felt her sex contract and clit wink.

"How do you like that cunt?" Ceylon chirped at him, looking back over her shoulder with a grin, his thick shaft parting her lips and prodding at her depths. "Minnigan, come over here!" She commanded, shooting a glance over to him. He was still idly rubbing himself, so he was quite wet and excited.

"If you say so." He agreed as he stood up and walked over. He lowered himself to one knee next to the chair, leaning over to give Lethias a gentle kiss as his hand cradled the dragon's cheek, lower hand reaching down to squeeze at the belly scales above his cock, teasing there as Ceylon slid her form up and down his length.

A gentle churr emanated from Ceylon's beak as she started bouncing up and down, relishing the sensation of his ridges lurching in and out of her, clit winking and depths squeezing him for added sensations. She pushed down, relaxing to let him slide effortlessly into her depths until his pointed tip was prodding at her cervix, only to squeeze tithe and pull off, her powerful pelvic muscles tugging on the ridges.

Ceylon trilled as she slammed her hips down to Lethias', his bulging knot squeezing against her inner thighs before squishing just enough to burst into her with one powerful lurch. She whimpered and squeezed tight as the bulbous mass inflated within her. Her clenching lips and winking clit held him in place as she gyrated her hips, grinding against his belly scales as his cock tip swished around deep within her canal, the pointed tip stabbing tight against her womb. Most mammals would hate that, but she had a hint of mare in her, and mares LOVE having their womb penetrated. Well, many do; some don't.

As Lethias's cock and knot swelled inside her, locking them together, she reached back and grabbed at Minnigan by the neck fluff, only to have him pull away, a defensive look on his face. She paused and made cute grabby hands as she whimpered in desire, letting him know she had only the sexiest intentions. Once he was relaxed, he leaned into her hand and let her grab gently, yanking him away from his husband and gently laying him down on his back, scattering the pieces from the chest board and knocking a lantern onto the ground.

"Stay still, dear." Ceylon instructed as she roughly parted his legs, resting both hands on his inner thighs and nuzzling at his pussy with her beak. She closed her eyes and purred, the vibrations telescoping into his flesh as her tongue slipped out to explore his musky depths. Her leg slipped off the side of the chair so that she was sitting on Lethias's lap with her legs spread, torso bent to go down on Minnigan's pussy.

Lethias grunted as he shifted behind her as he got to his feet, powerful calves shifting the chair out behind him so that he was standing behind Ceylon, both claws gripping her hips. Though his knot was lodged deep within her, he still bucked into her, rocking bodies together and forcing her beak to rub against Minnigan's lips.

"I like this!" Ceylon marveled as she glanced back over her shoulder to see the muscled dragon standing tall over her. She grinded back against him, clenching rump muscles back and forth to massage his bulging lobes within her. He couldn't thrust in and out, due to the tie, but that wouldn't stop her from using her flesh to caress him any way possible.

The gryphon wrapped her arms around Minnigan's thighs and lifted his legs up over her shoulders, dragging him and the table he was on closer so she could bury her beak between his legs as Lethias kept at her back end, claws digging into her flesh through her fur until he was drawing blood. Under most circumstances he'd have relaxed a bit and let her have time to heal, but they were all warriors and combatants; he knew she could handle it and furthermore he knew she had a bit of a masochistic streak and liked the pain.

Lethias growled, his deep rumblings escalating into a roar that rocked the walls of the tree-home. He grabbed tight at her hips, grinding his to hers as his knot swelled and the veins of his member pulsed within her. A moment later, his cock and balls twitched, spewing wad after wad of steamy dragon seed deep into her womb.

She moaned in pleasure, the sounds muffled in Minnigan's crotch as her pelvic muscles twitched in orgasm. Her favorite part was when she felt that seed fill her, plugged by the knot, and she couldn't help but let out a thin spray of her own fluids splatter out against the dragon's inner thighs, splashing in a puddle between them as her clit winked and her body shook in pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and a flutter of a chirp trilled from her beak, her motor functions going haywire. She couldn't concentrate on Minnigan's pussy, so he started rubbing himself to keep the excitement up.

More and more cum flowed into Ceylon's womb as Lethias leaned over, pressing his chest to her back with her tail curled up around his waist to hold him in place. She wasn't the kissing type, so Minnigan got up to lay his lips on Lethias' snout, passionately embracing his husband as his slit leaked his own fluids all over the table for Ceylon to clean with her tongue.

Once Lethias was spent of his seed, Ceylon tugged on his knot, pulling him down with her. "Lay on your back, okay? I'm going to sit on you, and finish Minnigan up, here." She instructed, patting her tail tip down on the floor behind her between the table and chair.

Lethias did as he was told, offering one last passionate kiss to Minnigan before shifting his form and laying on his back, his talons prying apart from Ceylon's hips. He grabbed the cushion from the chair he had been sitting on to rest his head on. Once there, he smiled and relaxed, letting his gryphon friend squeeze and tug at his knot as she squatted down on him.

Ceylon leaned into Minnigan again, urging him onto his back so that she could once again bury her beak in his muff, but he stopped her.

"It's alright. I'm just going to go snuggle with my husband, if that's okay with you."

Ceylon nodded and urged him to be with his lover. She carefully shifted her form until she was facing Lethias, her knees on either side of the floor on either side of the dragon's torso, his massive cock throbbing and pulsing within her depths. She could feel the bulge of it in her lower belly as she pressed her palm to her abdomen, and she loved that.

Minnigan laid down next to Lethias, head on the same pillow with his body laying out across the floor in the opposite direction. They shared a few gentle kisses together as Ceylon watched.

It was hard to focus on the cock inside her with two lovers making out in front of her. Since her body was quite malleable and easy to repair with the proper application of magic, she laid her palms down on his chest and pushed off the floor. Her cunt tugged on the knot and made her thick velvet lips distend and bulge outwards until it came out with a pop, a torrent of creamy dragon seed exploding out onto his thighs and belly. She reached down to hold his shaft in her palm before standing up straight, licking the mess from her fingers.

"That was fun. We should do it again some time. I'm gonna head to bed, though. There's a guest room opposite the kitchen on the second floor. Feel free to make yourself comfortable there. We can talk about the match tomorrow." She winked, blew a kiss, and trilled gently before hopping over the two lovers and disappearing up the spiral staircase to her loft.

Lethias and Minnigan stayed at Ceylon's home until the morning of the fight, having spend the previous day chatting, playing games, and cooking meals together. It was clear that none of them had the slightest ill will towards one another, and two of them were lovers. The impending violence between them was an odd specter that made the day a little uneasy, but Ceylon had no problem reminding them that any violence she gave them was certainly not personal.

It was just good business.

The crowds enjoyed watching a particularly brutal fight, and triple-threat matches were some of the most violent and unpredictable the Tritian League had to offer. She reminded them that, above all else, entertaining the crowd was what would determine their worth in the eyes of the showrunners. Winning was good for recognition, but showmanship and the ability to tell a story in the ring was what mattered most.

Of course, they had plenty of experience back in the team league over in New Delta, but that was very different. Ceylon had to coach them on the perils of a team in singles matches, as well as the inevitability that they will have to fight one another. There could be only one victor. Neither Minnigan nor Lethias were stupid, so they knew that and were both a little offended that Ceylon felt the need to remind them of that fact, but Ceylon assured them she was only doing that because of the level of violence that could happen in a fight like this. No matter how good a sport a fighter was, nobody was comfortable stabbing their lover unless it was in a playful, sensual way.

Still, the tension ran high when they finally arrived at the gates of the coliseum. Nerves were wracked and adrenaline was flowing between all of them as they got off the carriage.

Alistarn caught them early and separated them, trying his best to make sure they weren't seen together. Lethias and Minnigan were rushed off to the other end of the oval arena while Ceylon was practically dragged to her own personal stall.

Again, she found herself alone and getting ready for a fight, only this time she was fighting against two of her best friends. Unlike Kyril - whom she had plenty of time to study and adapt to - she had absolutely no idea what their collective fighting style was like. Did they have plans to counteract her skills? Were they going to double team her or treat it like a true triple threat match?

Upon reflection, she found that the only advantage she had in this match was that they would almost inevitably turn on one another, should they best her and couldn't decide who would get the win. That was truly all she could do to ensure her own victory. Hopefully she wouldn't have to be too aggressive otherwise.

The day dragged on as the primary matches commenced. there was a tag match of Chief Storm and his mount Dasa pitted against Malthael and his mount Keploen. That was a nice match opener, where Storm won by eliminating Malthael early on, followed by a vicious two on one handicap against the remaining Keploen. The next match was an old-school styled Knight vs Beast match, where fan favorite Spitey lost against the dragon beast Thaden.

After that, there were a couple of singles matches featuring some new fighters trying to establish their place to cool down between the opening and the climactic finishers. Ceylon didn't recognize them, but the smaller, more agile one won the first round and the bigger, bulkier canine won the second.

Finally, the penultimate match before hers was a mage battle, pitting two powerful magic users against one another. That one was a crowd pleaser, where Kayden and his mate Raine went toe to toe in an alchemy vs elemental battle that ended in a draw when a burst of magic exploded in the air, blasting everyone in the arena with a brief wave of hot energy. Once the fires had been extinguished by the many ademane hazard workers, the announcer declared the result and advised the crowd that the main event would be next.

She craned her neck, cracked her knuckles, and stood up, hopping from foot to foot as she listened close to the announcer. First, he introduced Lethias as a challenger from the west, followed by Minnigan - his team partner. The crowd cheered loudly, which surprised Ceylon. Evidently at least some of them were fans of both leagues, and must have known Lethias and Minnigan from their time in the Delta League. Once they were done, she heard him preparing to announce her name again. The actual words were muffled due to the roar of the crowd, but she knew what he was saying, since he had said it so many times before.

"And our returning champ, The Beast from the East, Ceylon!"

She jumped out, kicking her way through the door and grabbing her sword on the way out, dashing through the hallways between the stalls and snack stands to shoulder-thrust her way through the massive double gates into the arena. The crowd went wild, chanting her name over and over again. She ran towards the ring with her sword held high before jumping up onto the pillar, raising the blade and bursting four fireballs in all directions, a lance of bolt erupting from the tip and connecting all four before they dissipated in midair.

Once the display and introduction was over, she hopped down off the pillar and sauntered over to the middle of the ring where the announcer, Alistarn, and her opponents were waiting for her. She nodded in respect before drawing her blade, extending it towards them. "I'm ready if you are." She goaded, a grin peeling at the side of her beak.

"Now, the rules for this match are not like a normal match. There are no disqualifications, no teams, and no rules. The first of the three to get a killing blow or submission wins. If one quits, they will be eliminated, leaving the remaining two competitors to finish the fight in a one-on-one battle. Do you understand the rules?" He looked at Ceylon, who nodded, followed by Lethias, then Minnigan. Once they all nodded in agreement and approval of the rules, he Bellowed out. "Lllllladies and Gentlemen, fans of all species! It is time for the marquee match of the evening! Lllllets get ready to Baaaaattllleeeee!"

Ceylon touched her sword to Lethias's elbow horn-blade thing before backing away into her corner. Lethias and Minnigan did the same, each to a different pillar. After a few moments, a bell rung and the fight was on.

Rather than dive in like she normally did, Ceylon stepped gingerly away from her pillar, sizing up her opponents. Lethias was taller than she was, likely stronger too. Minnigan was shorter, but quite agile. She had no doubt in her mind that, at least at first, they would double-team her into submission and as she darted her eyes from one to the other, it was clear both were staring at her and not back between each other as they walked towards her.

She raised her weapon and shook her head. "Well alright, if that's how it's gotta be!" She leaned into the two of them, hopping forward with a violent stab towards Lethias, which he deflected with his wrist plates. Minnigan lunged forward and punched at her with all four arms extended forward, knocking her backwards, followed up by a series of fireballs that blasted at her, singing fur and feather tips.

Thanks to the distraction, Lethias lunged in with a claw uppercut, slashing at the underside of her beak. Ceylon ducked to the side and responded with her own uppercut using the hilt of the blade. She missed, forcing her to roll to the side away from Minnigan so she could smack at his rump with the blunt side of the sword. When he swung his tail around, she hopped over it with dainty ease.

Unfortunately, Minnigan was prepared for her. He leap-frogged over Lethias' wings, ball of fire in his hand. As he came down, he slapped the pyre on top of her, once again singing her fur and feathers. She had to flail and brush herself off, opening up both opponents up to attack her. Lethias once again swung his tail back around, as Minnigan tackled her to the ground, feet up in the air and sword clanging against the ground next to her.

She rolled back, kicking Minnigan up over her before he could grab at her or get her in a submission hold. He flipped and somersaulted to get to his feet, quickly turning and back-hand tossing arcs of fire towards her. Ceylon hopped up and twisted in the air, the loop of her tail barely missing the flame that roared past as she landed. Her form snaked and bent as she focused hard on avoiding every attack until she felt a blunt smack on the side of her face, knocking her into one of Minnigan's fire bursts.

Once she regained herself, she saw that Lethias had conjured a semi-transparent ball that was solid. This was new to her. Apparently he'd mastered hard-energy conjuration more than she could have imagined.

It was time for her to back off a bit and resituate herself. She stumbled back, slapping at her chest and shoulder to extinguish the tiny plume of flame that had traced up over her shoulder. Both opponents were standing, shoulder to shoulder against one another, staring her down, with Lethias twisting his hands to conjure up another object.

"Do you really want to have a fight using magic? You know what I'm capable of when the stakes are against me." Ceylon warned.

Minnigan offered a blank stare as he frilled out his neck feathers. "Well, the object of the game is to win, isn't it? if I recall, this is an 'anything goes' fight, right?"

"Indeed it is, Minnigan." Lethias confirmed, still waving his hands as a blob of semi-transparent, glowing blue slowly expanded out in front of him.

She shook her head and sighed, a little disappointed. She had hoped for a more strict combat style, but there was no denying that the magics could really entice the crowd, but now she needed to focus on winning. Minnigan was a master of pyromancy, and Lethias' hard-energy manipulation was borne of his cryomancy, so if she was to best them, she would need to master both energies.

A deep rumbling resonated in her chest as she felt the sharp energies of her magic travelling through her torso and into her forearms. From there, she felt that sharp jolt of energy bursting out through her wrist to shoot a beam of positively charged energy towards the two of them.

Instantaneously, the misshapen blob of unfocused energy that Lethias was cradling exploded into a tall, broad shield to protect both of them as Minnigan stepped back, ready to fight. The lancing bolt of energy that Ceylon was shooting at them splashed against its semi-transparent surface, but couldn't penetrate to shock them. This was a problem for her, but great for them.

With a few more minor shifts in his digits, Lethias molded a pair of straps on the inside of the shield as Ceylon's energy forced him backwards. Once it was firmly gripped, he pushed back, bowling towards Ceylon with the shield out in front of him, Minnigan behind and enjoying the protection of his mate's shield.

Ceylon released the beam of charged energy to brace herself against his shield. Her sword was up and when he finally hit her it knocked her back, claws digging into the dirt and dust. Angry, she pushed back with all her might, the pressure vaulting Lethias up in the air, flailing with the energy shield still on his wrist. He spread his wings to glide back down towards her, kicking at her mid flight. Still angry, she grabbed his foot and slammed him to the ground, only to be grabbed from behind by Minnigan, all four arms around her. One on each of her biceps, one around her torso, and the last grabbing her tail.

The force and power of the chimera holding her forced her blade to drop. "You probably want to let me go, Minn." Ceylon warned.

"I'd rather win." Minnigan retorted, squeezing tighter.

Lethias was back on his feet, walking slowly towards Ceylon, brushing dust off his chest with energy shield still on his arm. With his free hand, he conjured a sword, pulling some of the energy from the shield to make the blade. He extended it outwards towards Ceylon, the length of it shimmering and crackling as bits of dust landed on it. "Hold her still, hon. It's time to take the championship." He boasted as he puffed out his chest, raising the blade to swing at her.

"Wait, hold up. Why do you get to be the winner? I'm the one that caught her, not you." Minnigan contested, tossing Ceylon to the side in the dirt, where she quickly scrambled to get her blade.

"True, but I have the sword, you can't do a killing blow to end it." Lethias pointed out.

"I can take her sword, or I can submit her. There are plenty of ways to win." Minnigan crossed his arms over his chest and puffed out, pushing back against his mate. "Maybe I'll use my magic to make you submit!"

Lethias pushed back. "Oh, I'm sure you'll try, won't you? You're so cute when you act dominant!"

Ceylon knew that was her chance. Lethias just crossed the line - Minnigan absolutely hated it when he was called cute, especially when it was done in a condescending way. If Ceylon wanted a chance to beat one or both of them, then now was the time to plan for an attack while they were bickering.

"Excuse me? I am NOT cute, and I would appreciate if you-" Minnigan started, but was cut off when Lethias tapped him on the head with his energy blade.

"You're so cute when you think you're not cute!"

The two growled and pushed against each other for a few moments until Ceylon made her move, diving into the fray with eyes aglow with energy and blade crackling as an electric bolt erupted from it into the sky. The fight would be over soon, and whoever won would be etched in the annals of the Tritian league.