Dragonslayers: Part Two

The dehumanized Dranza alpha had named herself Nemesis. She had wished she could have given herself a Dranza name, but the girl knew nothing of her peoples’ culture. All that they were, all that they could have been, had been taken from them by the humans. The Dranza knew that her **** was imminent. They had transformed her back into her true form to kill her. All part of a sick ritual to remind them of how much they used to fear the Dranza and how far their people had fallen. She accepted that. She resigned herself to her fate and took it upon herself to kill as many wretched humans as she could get her claws on. She would rip and tear her way through any of their mind **** lickspittle that got in her way.

The Dranza did not know how long she had been trapped alone in her cage. Time had no meaning. The Dranza kept her sanity by reviewing the knowledge that had been burned into her brain. She started with the periodic table of elements before naming all of the British monarchs, then the first two hundred American presidents before moving on to reciting the complete works of Shakespeare to herself as she waited for something to happen.

That something occurred when the wall of her container turned transparent. The Dranza looked out to see a crowd of laughing humans. The small, fat, lazy, smug, primates were enjoying themselves as they sat in a banked arena with a mixture of regular seating as well as dining booths. Every one of the humans had a xeno or three waiting on them hand and foot, or in some cases mouth and cunt. The Dranza’s instincts made the warrior lash out and try to attack her captors, only to see them laugh at her as she clawed at the **** field containing her. Seeing the humans gluting themselves on rich foods and intoxicants reminded Nemesis how hungry she was and how much she was going to enjoy slaking that hunger on human flesh.

***

When NOXET technology was still relatively new and the Ligreons were the only race humanity had managed to enslave, it became a popular pastime for people to bring the newly domesticated aliens to public squares and commercial venues so that the most dexterous and agile of the cat xenos to perform tumbles and tricks for the amusement of the crowds. As humanization became more common these ‘comedy catvalcates’ expanded and evolved into full revues akin to the ancient vaudeville. The more and more Ligreons were born and raised into bondage and as humans became more comfortable with training and educating their loyal xenos, the more elaborate the performances became as the xenos themselves took a more proactive role in producing entertainments for the pleasure of The Master Race. Over the centuries as Federation culture became centered around the Homo Superior Doctrine, Alien minstrel shows branched and evolved into a variety of different formats with the sacramental executions of The Retributionists being among the most popular.

The variety show began as it always did, with acrobats wearing nothing but clown makeup and body glitter coming out in a display of flips and hand walking that was as good as anything Jangles could do on an off day. The xenos minstrels sang the traditional welcome ditty their kind had performed for their audience for over a hundred years as the dehumanized Dranza’s containment cell was made transparent. “Welcome Masters! Welcome to our show! We are so happy to perform for you. We love you so! Being a **** makes life worth living! So happy to give our lives to you! You, Our Masters. Made for us to serve and worship. Oh Masters! We love you!” The xenos sang as they shuffled, flipped, and twerked for the amusement of the crowd.

The first act was broken up between song and dance numbers and sketches. Many of the sketches involved stock characters whose serialized antics have been popular for decades such as Gromer from The Quad, a bumbling good natured Ligreon who always had some new scheme to get him and his family bought to be house slaves. This week involved the family shaving themselves to pretend to be a Schar boy band. Another popular character, Master Bilbus, was up to his usually antics when a naive young xeno who was either wild caught or farm raised finds out that their new owner is old obese and flatulent Bulbus. Lots of gross out humor ensues. Some of the sketches were wholly original works. It was a high honor for a xeno to invent a new character or bit that went viral and became popular, but usually new content was met with thrown food. The humans in the audience had no issue letting the xenos know when they were not entertained.

The audience was treated to two original songs by Zelda SongSlut about their ship and their voyage between a sketch about a group of academy students who become so obsessed with dressing their xenos for prom that they forget to buy themselves prom dresses and to the dance dressed like kajiras. “I don’t get it.” Sasha admitted as Akihiro and his mother could not stop laughing at the xenos pretending to be humans dancing around on stage holding the leashes of xenos wearing big dresses.

“Its a role reversal, usually girls wear elaborate dresses and their xenos. Never mind.” Akihiro said as he squeezed the Vreebach who seemed so naive and innocent despite being twice his age. “The first act is all just preamble to the main event.”

“What is that?” Sasha asked.

“The Sacracution.” Aki said as if it were obvious.

“I thought that this was a sacracution.” said Taxala.

“Oh no my dear, this is the pre-show. The sacracution does not really start until people start dying.” Linda said.

The audience was treated to the captain’s teenage xeno-wife and three of other concubines from James Fujiwara’s personal harem performing an original dance. The crowd had grown accustomed to seeing Jangles flipping and twirling everywhere she went. What shocked and amazed them was seeing the teenage Ligreon girl try to impress. The girl seemed to defy gravity as her body moved through the air in ways that seemed surreal. No one could deny the xeno’s grace and beauty. James looked around the crowd and smiled to himself as he saw the way people covetted his wife. Every man in this room wanted his Jangles, but she belonged to him. As he saw the way her legs kicked up over her head and how she smiled as her hips shook, carnal hunger stirred in James as he thought that maybe tonight he might give his Jangle-belle another baby and maybe let this one grow inside of her. He thought about how beautiful Tigra had been whenever she carried a child and wondered why he had waited so long to become a father in the first place.

The crowd gave Jangles a standing ovation. The girl bowed before cartwheeling her way to the malmetal section of the wall and up the stairs as they formed. The teenage Ligreon girl gave her Master a kiss on his foot. “Have I pleased you, Master? Have I been a good girl, Daddy?” James picked the girl up and sat the xeno in his lap to give her a kiss. Jangles smiled and giggled. “I love you.” She said to her owner as she snuggled with him.

As Jangles left the stage, a dozen slaves were marched out in front of the audience. The xenos were naked but for the words of shame and scorn scrawled across their bodies. “Aren’t these a sad, sorry lot?” The Emcee said as he kicked one of the Dranza to her knees. “Tell the audience how sorry you are.” The Ligreon in a top hat commanded as he shoved the microphone end of his cane in the face of one of the Ligreons.

“I is sow sorry. I well is. I knows I been a bad xeno. I tries my best buts I is such a sad, sorry xeno. Please Masters. Gives meez a second chances. Iza be a good xeno. You gonna see. I be being the bestest **** a master could eva be wanting. Trues true.” The xeno said as she hopped about hamming everything up.

“What do you say, most exalted masters. Will anyone save this poor wretch of a xeno for the price of one shackle?” There was silence. “Guess you are out of luck.” The woman was taken and made to kneel chained down to the arena floor. “What about you, boy?” The emcee asked the next expungate.

Jangles’s heart skipped a beat when she recognized her father down in the sands. Buck had a microphone shoved in his face. The xeno said. “Iya knows I done goofed. **** comes for us all, I saw my fair share of **** in the marines and I always knew that she would get me one day, didnt’a think it would be like this. But I have been insida human woman. It would be fun to keep on livin, but I can die happy.” Buck said.

“Oh wow.” Linda said. “Quite the pair on that one.”

“Really?” Odin said, as if to imply he questioned his owner’s taste.

“Really.” Linda said as she pressed the console on the table to buy the hunky well endowed Ligreon. “I think I will name him Blitzkrieg.” She said.

Jangles breathed a sigh of relief as her father was marched up the stairs and into the crowd. Jangles watched as Buck was directed to a booth where he presented himself to a woman who looked as old as the teenager’s mom. He had always been an embarrassment to her. Maybe now he would be out of her hair and happier for it.

After the last of the expungates had been saved or condemned, the crowd began to stomp their feet. The sound building to a crescendo before the gladiators came out. The crowd roared as the killer xenos armed with melee weapons waved and cheered at the crowd.

Maxicus the Ligreon gladiator waved at the crowd and hollered triumphantly to celebrate the victory he believed was imminent. The twenty three year old Ligreon **** boy had liked what that expungate had said. You get comfortable enough with **** and she stops seeming so scary. Everyone dies. Dying in mortal combat with an inhuman monster whose kind had been a scourge upon the galaxy for millennia for the viewing pleasure of The Master Race had to be the best way to go, right?

The xeno gladiator looked over at the tall Garex girl. The four armed girl had covered her wings in chainmail to add extra protection since flying around in armor while carrying heavy weapons did not seem feasible. The four armed xeno used her lower hands to hold an enormous shield while her upper hands held matching curved swords. Maxicus having only two hands was more limited in his options. The young xeno pit fighter had opted for a throwing spear and shield with a sword at his side as a backup. Maxicus had a few pieces of armor here and there, but nothing that could slow him down. “Hey.” Maxicus said to the cute tall girl who had taken Zoggin’s place on the squad who was taking that moment to stare at her Master. “Four arms, get your head in the game. Now is the worst time to get owner-withdrawal.” Maxicus barked in a low but angry tone.

“It is not that.” Zhahla said. “It's Rosie.” The four armed Garex pointed at the captain’s box where James Fujiwara was sitting with his xeno-wife on his new Egaz concubine on a short leash. “I guess you could call it performance anxiety?”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?!” Maxicus said. James stood up and waved down at the gladiators. The Ligreon smiled and waved as he walked over to the Garex girl and told her “You need to decide RIGHT NOW if you want to live or die.” The Ligreon said, making it look like he was whispering last minute words of encouragement to the new fighter. “If you want to die, then rush in first and do something stupid, get it over with. If you want to live, then just stay out of my fucking way. Hold back and just let me do what they pay me for.”

“You get paid!?!” Zhahla said. “You don’t just fight for the glory of The Masters.”

“Of course I fight for the glory of the masters, but I kill for the performance bonuses.” Maxicus said.

“Release the beast!” Captain Lord James Fujiwara commanded.

The barrier holding back Nemesis disappeared. The Dranza saw the food staked out for her. She knew that many of these offerings were her sister Dranza, though twisted into a perverse form by their oppressors. All the more reason to put them out of their misery. The Dranza knew that if her sisters could think clearly like she could that they would gladly offer their flesh to her so that she might have the strength to kill her oppressors.

Nemesis could smell them. The slimy, fat, debauched primates were just a few meters away from her with only a few pitiful protectors armed with archaic weapons standing between her and all the **** and carnage any Dranza could ever want. Her claws itched thinking about tearing them to pieces. The Dranza’s gaze locked in on him. The male who had the affront to claim to own her. The hedonistic manchild who had the audacity to ride on the back of a caged god. Nemesis vowed at that moment that she would taste that man’s blood or die trying.

The expungates screamed, cried, voided their bowels, and generally made a poor showing of themselves in their final moments. Dying without a great deal of dignity as the Dranza would tear them apart, gorge itself on their bowels, and tear the flesh from their limbs while the xenos were still alive. The rules dictated that only after all of the offering had suffered a mortal wound could the gladiators attack. Once the Dranza had bitten the last of her bound sister’s head off, Maxicus wasted no time in throwing his spear with all of his might. The steel blade buried itself in the dense muscles of the Dranza’s shoulder. The monster looked more pissed off than hurt as it tried to yank the weapon from her shoulder only to find that the barbed tip was stuck quite thoroughly. As Nemesis hesitated between pulling out the spear and laserating her shoulder and trying to fight off five gladiators with a barbed blade digging into her flesh and slowing her down, the spear chucker charged at her with a sword pointed at her. His form was tight and practiced and he was not alone. An Amarlean with a trident and a net tried to take her from behind, but behind was where her tail was. Nemesis thrashed her serrated rear at the fish-xeno and tore a hole open in the gladiator’s abdomen. The fighter fell back onto his ass and cried out as he tried to hold his guts in. The humans laughed. Nemesis ignored them. She saw a meal and she was still hungry. The Amarlean realized that he was about to be torn apart like the sacrificial expungates had just been. The horror of dying in such a terrible way evoked a terror so primordial that for a brief moment the Amarlean thought dying for The Masters was not as glamorous and romantic as he had always imagined.

“Get away from him!” Maxicus shouted as he dived shield first into the seven foot tall saurian made of a quarter ton of lean muscle. Maxicus stabbed the Dranza with a series of rapid thrusts to get the creature’s attention. The creature’s focus divided between a meal and a threat gave the Ligreon fighter enough time to grab his spear and heave and twist it to tear it from the Dranza.

Maxicus stared down the Dranza with spear and shield wondering if this was how St. George felt when he killed the last dragon of ancient Earth. “Reverend. Any time now.” Said Maxicus as he made a few probing jabs with his bloody spear.

The naked Phaaz’n had not taken any weapons Zhahla could recognize, only a staff the tinkled with the sound of trinkets, baubles, and totems that dangled from the head of the wooden shaft. From the moment Maxicus had thrown his spear, the Phaaz’n had been muttering fervently to himself. Had anyone been able to get close enough to hear what the xeno was saying, they would have heard something along the lines of “owner god master of masters your **** beseeches you kash teckrala by the power of your glory and the might of your firm guiding hand your serf calls down your iron rod booshkachakoo. I invoke the whip of fire to strike the disobedient and discipline the unruly. Rakshamalanadingodong CLAP HER IN IRONS!” The last words echoed in the auditorium. Ethereal chains wrapped around the arms, legs, and tail of the Dranza and pulled her to the ground. “Hurry!” The Reverend said, straining to hold The Beast in place, the strength of the xeno cleric’s will was truly being put to the test by the Dranza’s hatred.

Maxicus took a deep breath and prepared to strike the Dranza’s nerve center when he was pushed out of the way. “It’s my turn.” Another Ligreon said carrying a great axe which he tossed in the air and caught to the amusement of the crowd. The showboat took a bow and flourished his axe to make the killing blow when the Dranza let out an inhuman shriek and broke through the invisible fetters and shredded the gladiator. Nemesis had not meant to kill the Ligreon so quickly. She had wanted to grab him but ended up ripping his torso apart and causing the gladiator to come apart at the waist. The crowd roared in shock and excitement. The Dranza was doing better than expected, which meant that human intervention might be warranted.

Nemesis assessed that she had three enemies left. The cocky Ligreon male was starting to look a lot less sure of himself. The Dranza alpha wished that she could taunt the humanized **** boy, but growling and baring her razor sharp teeth would have to suffice. The Dranza lunged at the Ligreon boy when something crashed into her midleap.

“NO!” said Zhahla. The six and a half foot tall four armed girl used her enormous shield like a battering ram and used her wings to smash into the saurian with all of her might. Nemesis was bowled over and Zhahla screamed as she frantically dug her twin falchions into the armored scales of the beast. Blood began to ooze from the Dranza’s back as Zhahla wept. She could not let her arms stop until this thing was dead. Everything depended on her.

The concubine turned gladiatrix had closed her eyes so she did not see Nemesis grab her skinny arm and tear it off as she threw the girl into the wall. It hurt so much! Zhahla tried to move but she felt so weak. Zhahla saw the Dranza stalking towards her. She felt her body starting to slip into shock as the cute Ligreon boy stood between her and the creature that had ripped off her arm and made her lose a lot of blood.

The last thing Zhahla the Garex remembered before passing out was the sound of the crowd chanting a name. “Fuji! Wara! Fuji! Wara!”

***

James winced as Zhahla went flying, her arm torn off by the feral Dranza. James had liked the four armed Garex. Something about her lanky frame and elongated features drew his attention. She was a rare specialty breed and James would hate to see such a pretty face get torn apart. The retributionist lord stood up and waved to the crowd. James gave Jangles a kiss on the forehead. “I will be right back sweetie. Have that little Egaz get your pussy warmed up.”

“Be careful, Daddy.” Jangles said.

James gave his xeno wife a look of incredulity. “It is just a Dranza sweetie.” he said as he flashed her a reassuring smile. James ordered the malmetal to form a stairway which James descended to the roar of the crowd as they chanted his name. James took off his shirt and tossed it into the arms of the Vreebach woman sitting with lieutenant Snodgrass which made the ladies of the ship go wild. James Fujiwara displayed the finest physique money could buy. The finest gene-sculpting coupled with state of the art cyberbionics looked to the untrained eye like the body of an olympian god with a few odd lines here or there that could have been mistaken for some sort of decorative scarification. It was only when James Fujiwara stood unarmed in front of the monstrous snarling beast that the true power of his enhanced body became apparent.

Nemesis saw her primary target begin to come to her. The fool! He was playing into her hands doing exactly what she wanted. Soon she would taste his blood! The Dranza roared its cry of defiant indignation. James responded by slapping the Dranza in the face. Nemesis was shocked into silence. She looked at the human with incredulity as her hand rubbed the part of her snout where the human had hit her. His hand had moved so fast that she had not seen the slap. The second and third slaps were no different. Sound and pain came without her seeing the blow coming. Nemesis hesitated and took a step back. The human struck her jaw with an upper cut that sent the feral xeno sprawling onto her back.

“I need this.” James said to Maxicus as he took the gladiator’s spear. James toyed with the shaft of wood, twirling it about as the Dranza struggled to get to her feet.

The Dranza stood and snarled at the human. James let out a deep sigh. “We do not forget.” James thrust the spear tip into the Dranza’s chest with a quick jab. Blood spurted forth from the new laceration. “We will never forgive.” Said James as he tore a deeper gash through the alien’s scales and into her soft fleshy innards. “Our retribution is eternal!” James unleashed a flurry of jabs. Nemesis felt a sudden rush of air and saw a momentary blur before she felt as if someone had flayed her. Every inch of her body ached with the sensation of severe internal bleeding.

“““We are Homo Superior, Our Destiny is Clear!””” The crowd said as one moments before their lord and captain drove a stake through the Dranza’s torso. The alien cried in agony as its impaled body was lifted entirely into the air before the spear was slammed down onto the sands. The weapon's tiny gyrogravic stabilizers kept the impaled Dranza upright for all to see.

The crowd roared with thunderous applause. James took a bow and gestured for the surviving gladiators to join him in receiving the crowd's accolades as Zee-Rai medical teams rushed to check on anyone who could not stand.

“Wow. What a show.” The emcee said, reappearing now that the danger had passed. The Ligreon took off his striped tophat as he bowed elaborately to the Arisakan mech lord. “An excellent display, exalted master. You are truly a man among mankind.” The xenos clapped with zealous affirmation as the humans in the crowd gave a more reserved round of applause. “What is your word? What shall be done with this uppity xeno? Will you show her mercy and give her back her humanity so that she might once again serve The Master Race. Or will you offer her to the crows?”

(Leave your votes in the comments. Should Nemesis be allowed to die a free woman, or should James have her changed back into a **** to spend the next century as a worthless xeno-cunt?)