Deep within the Monster Girl Reik of Agrat, a new tradition came into being to channel aggressive tendencies of monster girls without damaging human lives:
One day, a dark elf enterpreneur had decided to make the mamono fight for husbands screened from captives and willing volunteers, the latter mostly from the Reik's own subject human population.
The way was today!
Insane music blared from the brass megaphones as a coliseum full of mamono, monster girls cheered and applauded. The circular structure was built by the Empress Agrat Bat Mahlat, the ancient succubus who turned all monsters to cute girls to unite the world in love.
Now, they would fight for a very special prize: Boys.
Upon the wooden platform sat a score of men, young and middle-aged, in suppressed shame and excitement, the tributes all around the world, for the winners would get their pick to take home. Captives from wars, volunteers, debtors and people who lost everything were taken in by the colisseum's manager. They were promised a cute monster girl wife; all they had to do was to obey and wait civilly. Then they would live a life of leisure and husbandly duties: The new generation of monster girls were more civil and reasonable: even dark elves would grant a slave boy his freedom should he work for it. And they made sure their boys *wanted* to stay when the day came.
So, hundreds of monster girls had trained for this day, from small to big, to take husbands home...
One of the "tributes", the men, was named Benny. He wondered, sitting on a chair set on the platform, what the hell he had gotten himself into. Some tributes whispered amongst each other, some hesitant, some were excited.
Eventually, one hundred powerful monster girls appeared on the sands, eager to show off, from all races. This was going to be interesting.
**
The combatant monster girls were a panoply of beauty, making the boys blush.
"Oh man...that red Oni..." One boy whispered in awe... "I...hope she picks me..."
Dama was a 10 foot tall Red Oni, with a feminine, muscled body that strained her tiny fundoshi, asscheeks straining in the rope thong barely concealing her snatch. Her face was youthful, adorned with a single horn on her forehead and a tiny nose. Her naked breasts were massive, as the iron rod at her side. She turned cheering the crowd, her red, massive round ass causing a lot of stares directed at her, all the male tributes gulping hard at her legs thick as their waists, still curvy, yet muscular.
"THIS IS DAMA, SHE LIKES LONG WALKS ON THE BEACH, CUDDLES, AND SMASHING ENEMIES ON HER WAY TO VICTORY! APPLAUSE! WILL SHE GET HER SCHNOOKUMS THIS TIME???"
Another contestant was a dark elf, a shortstack squat one with purple armor and a menacing whip, looking peeved. Her hair was cut short, her face was that one of a true dominant with huge ears at the sides of her head. She turned to cheer, and swung her whip to the air with a loud CRACK.
Every man in the tribute platform flinched.
She shouted her racial slogan high to the skies, head held high.
"VALAR DOHAERIS! ALL MEN MUST SERVE!" She stamped her high heels, whip cracking on her feet.
"OBEY!"
Benny could not help his hardon on the winner's platform. The dark elf had a plump dark ass like a manjuu resting on high-heeled boots hugging her curvy legs. And he always dreamed, *dreamed* worshipping dark elf asses sitting on his face, dreaming for it the day he fell captive.
Looked like his dream would come true after all.
Johan, another young man fallen on hard times and finally wanted to be here, found himself waving to the Ushi Oni, the black arachnid monster girl. He gasped when she smiled brightly and waved back with youthful enthusiasm, her interest peaked. Her eyes squinted as if trying to recognize him.
"You got the hots for a demon-spider? Shit, to each his own I guess..." Benny mumbled.
"Come on. I heard they treat their husbands gently. And I didn't exactly have the best of life." Johan sighed. He was sold by his hateful parents to slavery: luckily he was bought from the monster girls' slave market by a kindly dark elf estates' lady who nurtured him not just physically, but mentally as well. After some years when he grew up, she sampled him in bed, and found that he was a very caring lover, if not the most vigorous, and caring with children: even not of his own.
Yet he was broken, as if something constantly slowed him down, broke his focus. His mistress understood too well.
He worked for some years, until she asked him if he would be mated with a younger, more caring monster who needed a devoted husband. He had agreed to be sold to the coliseum, each happier for it.
"I guess..." Benny shrugged.
As the contestants danced, cheered and jumped to the music, breasts jumped freely on the evening breeze, lit by magitech spotlights. In the center dais, a tall, regal looking dark elf was shouting to a magical wand.
"AREEEE WEEEEEEEEEEE REEEEEEEAAAAADDDDDDDDDY TO RUMBLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
The monster girls cheered and screamed madly.
"Welcome to the Mamono Rumble Free-For-All! TOP TWENTY CONTESTANTS WILL EARN HUSBANDS FROM OUR SPONSORS, DARK ELF SLAVER GUILD AND McMamono FRANCHISE! LET'S HAVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE!"
The Dark Elf turned to the platform where twenty men uneasily shifted. She screamed to the amplifier horns with gusto.
"FROM OUR RAIDS AND BORDER WARS, FROM OUR PRISON CAMPS, WE PICKED TWENTY WILLING MEN FOR YOUR PLEASURE! WHO WILL WIN? WHO WILL LOSE? LET'S SEE SOME ACTIOOOOOOOOOON!!"
**
"Twenty enough?" The dark elf manager was counting her coins. "Maybe we should bring more, dark elf plantations' farm boys and slave market's cheapest..." Her secretary, a Danuki girl, was doing the accounting tables.
"Manager-san, we could put some women we caught as well, if the contestants are into that sort of thing, or need maids for their homes."
The Dark Elf waved her hand. "No, ransom them back home, we have enough maids. I need the money for the monster of a tournament I organized. Kickbacks aren't still due to the end of the month."
"We never asked our female captives though." The Danuki set another accounting slot, writing her earnings. "I'm sure some wouldn't mind. There was this...female knight that was lovey-dovey with her Salamander captor...And uh..." She paused. "I have some willing girls who wouldn't mind living with a strong monster girl as her servant."
"Give her to the Salamander for the base price of 200 gold coins. Next month I'll think about it...Let's see to our tribute men. Feed and wash the poor saps and let them sleep well. I want them looking good and spectators swooning."
**
A Hellhound and a Manticore stood in a dueling ring, nearly naked. Both flexed and taunted each other with gusto:
"I came to chew bubblegum and get men, and I don't see any bubblegum! WAN! AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The Hellhound girl's bark and howl pierced the night sky. She was naked save for some metallic bra and thong, jumping up and down when she was matched with a Manticore girl.
Benny gulped.
Manticores were savage monster girls, this one no exception. Her large breasts was held in place by a tiger bra, her hips embraced by a thin satin skirt. She flexed her tail, strong, lionine paws ready to punch her enemy into submission. She flexed her batwings, and roared like a lion, leaping at the hellhound for the first match.
"RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
The monster girls cheered like mad.
Her claws met the Hellhound's own in a thundering blow, the dark dog girl leaping high to avoid her tail swing. The Hellhound roared, blowing a fiery breath of demon energy at the manticore.
Flexing her wings, the Manticore flew high, avoiding the fiery blast. She fell down, folding her wings to grapple with the Hellhound with a roar.
The monster girl spectators were screaming their lungs out, goblin girls selling ice cream and hot sandwiches amongst the tumult.
Both combatants swung fists and claws, tails and fire blasts until the arena glowed red. The tributes were uneasy. How would the winner treat her conquest?
Johan inwardly prayed the Ushi Oni to make the top 20 who would earn husbands.
The manticore girl somersaulted back, blowing a wave of hot sand, the Hellhound girl hot on her heels. The hellhound leapt, tackling her and punching her on the face, knocking her out.
