You are challanged.

You hear a roar that sounds, a roar that accepts your challenge. It's a long, drawn out roar, weaker than your own, and almost howl like. A manticore.

You can hardly contain your arousal as you think about fucking one of those winged beauties. Truth be told, you are a bit on the younger side, but old enough to give a unicorn matron a beat down with relative ease.

Then, you see them. Two manticores coming in on the wind. You lick your lips as you see them approach, their crimson skin glistening in the morning light, their black manes flowing in the wind and their tails curled into an attack like position. They look like a mother and daughter duo, the older of the two having a nice set of F cup breasts, and a cock a bit smaller than your own, a good 23 inch long one, and the biggest child bearing hips and you have ever seen on a bipedal monster, even Holstaurs are smaller than her! The daughter looks like a younger version of her mother; D cup breasts and a 17 inch cock with a fat ass like her mother.

You smirk, and let out a roar, challenging them to come down and fight you head on, to make them think there is no way you can fight them in the sky...