Dragons and Cross-dressers – Chapter thirty four

It was shocking to see how small his big brother was compared to the fighting cage. It was unnerving.

His human body was weighed down by dangling thick steel chains that were wrapped around him loosely and randomly.

If he tried, he could easily slip out of them so they were not there for confinement but rather for show. Shackles to entertain the masses and lead them to believe that the man was actually a monster.

The only real thing that seemed to be to restrain him was a heavy looking collar with nothing attached to it. Arthur wondered briefly why Iain just didn't transform and escape. He had seen his brother rips through steel and iron like it was paper.

An announcer's voice boomed out suddenly, far too loud to be a normal human. The crowd turned to see a well dressed, middle aged, dark haired man on a small stage high up on the wall of the stadium.

The man was 100m or so away from the blonde. Arthur could barely spot a strange bottle of a deep purple liquid, probably a magic potion for amplifying his voice.

"LADIES AND GENTLE FOLK!~"

The entire stadium was staring at the man except for two people; Iain who was staring at the ground and Arthur who was staring at Iain.

"TODAY WE HAVE A NEW SPECIAL EDITION FOR TODAY'S SHOW! A EXTREMELY RARE RED DRAGON; CONSIDERED TO BE NON-EXISTANT UNTIL NOW!~"

The mass went wild, screaming and cheering.

"AND FOR ITS FIRST FIGHT, WE THOUGHT HIS OPPONENT SHOULD BE SPECIAL TOO!~"

The prince raised an eyebrow at the 'its'. His brother was considered an 'it'?

"THIS CRIMSON BEAST WILL FACE THE EXOTIC AND FOREVER ENTERTAINING CHIMERA!~"

The arena's audience oohed and gasped and cheered and clapped.

The blonde cried out. "A chimera?"

"Ja but it's a one-sided fight and everyone knows it. Dragons are Royalty vhile Chimeras are just Middle-classed. It vas going to be a Minotaur but they are just Working Class; only good for heavy labour or being ripped apart for entertainment."

The prince frowned.

"NOW LET'S GIVE A CHEER FOR THE CHIMERA!~"

The large door across Iain and suddenly a massive creature leapt from it wildly.

It growled and snarled in a horrible, feral way, tossing its lions head around while the snake's head was biting at thin air and the goat leg's stamped randomly. It had obviously been driven mad by its capture and whatever torture it had experienced during the time.

Arthur noticed the red head glance up at the Chimera before turning his head to look behind him.

A box, similar to the VIP in which the Prince sat, was just above the dragon's door.

Arthur's eyes widened as he spotted the trader. He nudged Francis in the air, a little harder than needed, and pointed out the Russian. The two had soon informed Alfred as well of Ivan's location.

It seemed the box was reserved for the owners of the competing creatures.

There was a similar box over the Chimera's door but it was empty. He supposed the owner didn't need to bother with being here if he was simply sending off some merchandise to be slaughtered.

The deranged animal suddenly seemed to notice there was someone else in the area as its pale orange eyes focused on the red head in chains. It growled, low and dangerous, as it eyed its prey.

Iain was facing it now, glaring though his anger wasn't directed at the creature.

"LET THE BATTLE BEGIN~!"

The announcer screamed in excitement and the crowd joined in.

Arthur caught Ivan touching something on his wrist, murmuring but was distracted by a yell that surpassed the volume of the mass of humans.

Iain was bellowing in agony. The screamed morphed into a strangled gurgle before a raging roar as Iain's body exploded forcefully into a dragon. The clothes and chains burst from the sudden, rapid expansion of his body.

It didn't look like his normal transformation; it looked painful and agonising.

His brother was left panting as a giant red liquid, still wearing the collar, while the other chains were destroyed.

Iain turned his head to the trader and bared his teeth in rage.

The chimera, too crazed to be fazed by the dragon's transformation, pouched at the back of the distracted dragon's turned head.

Francis screamed a warning while Arthur gasped.

(A/N – School has restarted. Not much to say.

Dragon transformations are usually very easy and natural, like snow melting gently but quickly. However when it is forced, it is as painful as fuck. Turning into human is like being crushed in a vice, turning into a dragon is like exploding. Not very nice.

Another cliff-hanger ending. And this chapter was fairly short.

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