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The lady of the house smiles as she looks over the private arena at the bottom of her estate. The newcomer stands in the pit, arms folded over her chest.

Ripley is an artificial being created to fight. This makes her the perfect opponent for Aelis, who slithers out of the entrance. Her lamia body stands tall, so they are eye-to-eye in the middle of the arena.

Aelis's mistress loves to watch her pet fight. The rush of emotions as the servant spills blood is like nothing she had ever felt before.

Ripley smirks when Aelis appears, holding her hands out to show good sportsmanship. "This one's for your mistress. Let's give her a good show, got it?"

Aelis blinks, staring down at the proffered hands with her black eyes and then looking back at her mistress. The smile on her face gives Aelis confidence to tap her opponent's hands and slither back into position.

The mistress rings the bell and shouts. "You may begin!"

Ripley had calculated all she needed to destroy the pet. Aelis would never make it in the professional league, and that's why the lady of the house keeps her locked up here in this dungeon for bouts. Ripley knows how to hold herself back, and she calls upon desperate techniques to see herself through this.

Aelis rushes forward, coiling herself around the muscled form of her opponent. Ripley keeps her arms up over her head to not get trapped.

Ripley reaches up when the snake lunges forward to bite at the artificial being's shoulder, fingers grasping at the snake's mouth, fingers on her cheeks, and thumbs inside.

Aelis groans and squawks in absurd confusion at this new position she finds herself in, but she fights back by tightening her coils around the robust body of the fighter.

Ripley groans, feeling the crushing power around her form, putting on that strained look and making certain parts of her body crack under pressure.

She coughs, spitting up some blood, but she pulls at the cheek of the snake, stretching her mouth out wider, wider, wider. All lamia, like Aelis, can swallow their prey whole, so this wasn't undue damage, but it was probably very uncomfortable.

This triggers Aelis to open her mouth wider for her opponent and lunge forward, just what Ripley wanted. She lets go of Aelis's mouth and throws a punch at her throat!

Aelis shudders and uncoils, grabbing her neck and coughing, wheezing, sputtering.

"Very quick, very quick," Ripley says, rolling her neck. "You're tenacious, I got that, but you gotta do more if you're gonna get your mistress's panties wet."

Aelis shoots a glare at Ripley. She lashes her tail out and wraps it around the woman's ankle, yanking her down onto the ground and whipping her with speed across the floor and into the wall, causing the stonework to crack and crumble.

Ripley shakes her head and pushes herself up from the hole she made. "Fuck, that's what I"m talkin' about!"

Coiling her tail, Aelis stores enough energy to spring forward and crash back into Ripley, sending the two of them into the showers. Aelis usually cleans the blood of her battles off if her mistress does not want to lay with her while still caked in the exertion of her fights.

The two crash through the tub prepared for Aelis, spilling water everywhere.

"Fuck, how we gonna show her anything if we're in here!?" Ripley says, grabbing Aelis by the long hair and slamming her head against the tile. "Seems I struck a nerve, girl."

Aelis gasps, wrapping her tail around her again and pulling her to the ground, tumbling around the flowing water.

The fight is sloppy, and there's little rhyme or reason. It is just the passion of one willing to do anything for the pleasure of her mistress and another willing to show off a fun time for a captive audience.

Speaking of which, the mistress had descended from on high and watched the locker room's spectacle with Aelis now pinning Ripley down, clawing at her. Ripley holds her hands up to block the sears of screeching attacks.

"Aelis," The mistress says. The voice is enough for the naked woman to stop and stare up at her, wide-eyed and astonished.

Ripley tentatively lowers her arms, raising an eyebrow at the woman.

"This has been a wonderful demonstration," the mistress says. "The two of you have provided me quite a show, and that's all you needed to do today."

"So, that's that, then?" Ripley says, disappointed in her words.

"Well," the mistress says, brushing fingers over her lips, lips that she bites a moment as she ponders. "There could be more to it, but it wouldn't be here in the arena, but in the bedroom.... If you're interested."

Aelis shudders and uncoils from Ripley, slithering over her mistress, coiling up around her body, nuzzling a cheek against her. The mistress asks, fluttering her eyes. Would you like to join us for a post-match celebration?"

Ripley chuckles and shakes her head. "Lady, you and your snake, are weird, but she's a fun fight."

With that response, Aelis carries her mistress off and into some chamber, leaving Ripley to look around the locker room mess and say "Great. How am I gonna clean up now...?"