We’re able to learn more about Ryb as well as create a few more Hybrids over the next hour. He’s very horny, as previously mentioned, so it’s no difficulty getting him to agree to a blowjob. One cum later, and my tattoo system reveals he’s a ‘Trio-Trio’ Harpy Hybrid on my achievements list, though I don’t get a full Avian Mark for my troubles (as expected, sadly).

Ryb starts playing with his magic while we arrange the next Ritual. From what I can tell, he has three Multitasking focuses and can cast Harpy Air Magic at three times the power of an average Harpy. In terms of strength, it’s not quite on the level of Aello’s Air Blade, but he has greater control over finely manipulating his spells.

Sadly, there’s no obvious next Harpy trio to repeat this experiment. We lost the Eurasian teal duck-Harpy boy to the Sandworm, breaking the next-best potential Harpy trio, and there’s no way we’re sacrificing Gale, Rosie, and Monal’s evolutionary potential for a Hybrid monster at this point. However, now that everyone knows the criteria, there are new groups forming among the Harpy faction looking to form candidate trios.

Turning to my next group of volunteers, I have the Guard Doggins who came here from Home Town to protect Mrs. Fleece and my human classmates. They grew up together, trained together, and worked together in the Doggin Guardhouse; most have decent compatibility with each other by default. Additionally, they have a pack mentality that lends itself to team efforts.

By further refining the selection using Janine’s survey, I’m able to find two promising trios. The first is a group of males led by Kevin the Doggin. The Hybrid they create is (I find out after letting him cum on my tits) a Pseudo-Cerberus. He’s got three wolf heads, three tails, and three canine cocks—like an evolved version of Scag&Ag. They leaned toward their wolfish sides with grey fur covering their bodies. Their muscles and claws are impressive enough that the audience applauds when they flex. They decide to call themselves Rallos from now on.

Following the first Pseudo-Cerberus is a female trio of Doggins that unite to form an equally impactful monster. Simona, as she calls herself, is a three-headed, three-tailed, three-breasted Pseudo-Cerberus with golden labrador fur on her back, shoulders, arms, and legs. Her stacked chest and pussy are bare, her body naked except for a spiked collar around her neck, proudly displaying both to the slack-jawed onlookers (myself included). She went in a different direction from her predecessor, keeping humanoid heads with only canine ears and teeth. None of us has been with a woman who has three tits before, so she’s instantly popular with horny monsters and humans alike.

Both Pseudo-Cerberuses (Cerberi?) can summon large chain-batons they wield with innate skill like nunchaku. In terms of raw strength, their stats rival those of even an Ogre, and they have the height to match. That doesn’t tell the whole story, though. A simple demonstration proves their three Multitasking focuses allow them to perform complex maneuvers while utilizing the unintuitive and difficult-to-master nunchaku with fluidity. In my estimation, their high combined battle IQ would win out over almost any Second Tier monster, and the average Matron/Patron.

Lastly, Steeltooth the Lizardman steps forward.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask the leader of the Oasis Lizardman tribe. If any of the Lizardmen had a path to Third Tier, I would’ve thought it was this man.

“Our evolutionary growth was stunted under Malik,” Steeltooth begins to explain, “We can’t wait for one among us to become Patron, or risk losing our experienced fighters attempting to become Greater Lizardmen. The tribe needs someone to take responsibility and become the bedrock for others to build upon.”

I shake my head, “You really don’t have to do that, though. I’ll protect Field Town and all our allied tribes—even if you were to fall in battle, rest assured the Kobolds would be safe in my care.”

“On behalf of the Lizardmen, that is a weight off my chest. Thank you, Lady Mayoress, for your kindness yet again.” Several Lizardmen behind Steeltooth bob their heads in agreement. “However, we can’t allow ourselves to rely on your goodwill. It would be intolerable to our pride. That’s why we need to do this for the tribe, and we wish to better serve Lady Spindle.”

Steeltooth bows to me as the Webling Weaver approaches to place a finger on the underside of his muzzle and gently lift his chin.

“Come, now, Vermillion, let us see what the Lizardmen are capable of.”

I can’t just spit on their sacrifice; at this point, I’ve got no choice.

Two volunteer Lizardman lieutenants (I can’t muster the mental bandwidth to retain their names) stand at Steeltooth’s sides in the Ritual circle. The three of them all agree on their Hybrid form’s shape and give the signal for me to start the process. They don’t make a sound, even as the magical sawblades rev loudly or when the view beyond the blurry veil turns bright red.

When it’s over, an imposing figure stands before us.

Standing a foot taller than any other Lizardman with three crocodilian heads resting on a broad and strong torso, the Pseudo-Hydra would already be impressive. What takes him over the edge is the layers upon layers of thick, heavy scales atop their shoulders like pauldrons, extending over their chest like a breastplate, and down their arms like gauntlets. It seems they tripled down on their Lizardman Scales, stacking the defensive buffs into legit armor. What takes him over the top to thunderous applause is the way they align their open maws while combining their Inner Sparks to create a modest flamethrower.

“From now on, call me Steelheart,” the three-headed monster says while whipping their long, three-pronged, wickedly tipped tail.

When I go to check their status using my tattoo system, my fingers brush over the slit between their legs, curious as to what the trio decided upon. What greets me is a large, fleshy phallus that everts from concealment, glistening and covered in soft bristles. It seems they invested all four of their amab male’s double-dragons into a single sizeable beast. Well, good for them.

Between their high combined base stats, their triple Lizardman Scales, and triple-Spark flamethrower, Steelheart seems capable of besting an Ogre or even Bunny Patron one-on-one as well.

Altogether, these triple Hybrids are a worthy addition to the Field Town army!

“Alright, everyone, show’s over! No more Hybridization until tomorrow night while we evaluate the stability of the first-rounders. Now, make sure to get some rest!”

The crowd disperses at my insistence, the Hybrids covered in eager lovers hoping to test out their new capabilities. All that remains is my magical duo and Gabby’s would-be apprentice.

“Bonny?!?” Jonny stumbles forward in shock as the throng disperses, “What are you doing here?”

“Jonny!” Seeing her man apparently gives Bonny the impetus to finally slip Gabby’s grip and launch herself into his chest. The young man cradles his tiny, curvaceous bigear mouse lover as Brenda, Lucinia, and two other Harpies it takes me a second to recognize approach.

They’re both Lesser Sirens, one with grey wings and maroon feathers on her neck and lower belly, the other with creamy brown feathers on her avian features. Both have stonking great tits, but neither matches Lucinia’s beauty with her aquiline nose, milky white skin, long black hair, and plain brown wings accompanied by striking blue feathers gleaming on her throat like jewelry on a choker. I remember these two from my audience with Aello the other day.

“Hey, Jonny, I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” I begin, but I make the obvious connection and come to the obvious conclusion, “Did you bring Robin, Warbler, and Lucinia here for the Hybridization? Why didn’t I see them on my list?”

“Ahem,” Janine taps the back of my survey while clearing her throat. I turn the document over to find yet more names there, including the three before me.

I facepalm. “…There’s always more on the back.”

“We’re prepared to do everything we can to protect our brothers and sisters, Field Town, and my mate,” Lucinia tells me without equivocating. Robin and Warbler nod their agreement. It seems they’re both good and honest girls looking to do their part as well.

“I wanted to hear the disclaimers before Lucinia volunteers,” Jonny admits. Having no issue with that, I repeat the spiel to their group as Gabby and Spindle both wait patiently nearby for me to finish. Gabby is being a Saint, controlling herself despite being clearly agitated with how badly she wants to grab Bonny back. What a display of personal growth! The mouse herself doesn’t seem to be avoiding Gabby—just latching onto her favorite human. “Hmm, I see. So, their growth gets stymied in exchange for a big boost of power, now.”

“The triple Hybrids are basically Third Tiers by sheer stats. I can’t imagine them falling out of relevance anytime soon,” Gabby voices her opinion.

“Keep in mind, Spindle doubts it is impossible to further improve the Ritual, and thus Field Town’s Hybrids in the future. It is only their normal progression path that will be hindered.”

Lucinia speaks up again, “If we do this, I’ll be able to contribute more to the Symbiotic bond. Please, let us do this.”

Ah, since Brenda is limited by the number of Second Tier monsters she can bond with at once, this would be like another two monsters cheating their way in. Clever.

“You don’t need to rush any decision,” Jonny reassures his beloved avian, “We’ll be plenty strong without you making this sacrifice.”

Just then, two furry hands land on Jonny’s shoulders as someone behind him says, “You’re so protective of her, it’s beautiful!”

“But don’t worry, being a Hybrid monster is pretty great,” adds another voice.

“Especially if you all get along,” finishes a third voice.

It’s Simona the Pseudo-Cerberus’s three heads speaking their minds!

Jonny turns to see who these ladies are to have a personal opinion on the matter when his gaze lands on the naked three-breasted chest at eye-level with him. “M-m-m-maybe you should give it a try after all, L-L-Lucinia,” Jonny suggests in a shaky voice. This breast-a-holic can’t think straight after witnessing the magnificence of triple-boobage.

The Siren chuckles lightly, teasing, “Would you like it if I looked that way?” She lifts her ample breasts with her wings, drawing Jonny’s eye once again with her best assets, “Do you think three are better than two?”

I gently put my hands on Spindle and Gabby’s shoulders. “When it comes to partners, I always say, ‘the more, the merrier.’”

“Umm, uhh…” Jonny trails off, his brain not equipped to handle the strain of working his language center and boob-appreciation centers simultaneously.

Brenda glomps onto her husband’s shoulders from the other side and gives him a loving squeeze, “What he means to say, Lucinia, is that it’s your choice. We’ll love you no matter what.”

“Y-yes,” Jonny shakes his head as Bonny squirms in his arms to get a better view, finally coming back to himself, “That’s right!”

“Then, would you two do me the honor of joining as one together?” the Lesser Siren asks her fellow Sirens while extending a wing to each.

“You’re the one sharing your body and your man with us,” Robin counters with a smile.

“Come, sisters, let us join our voices as one,” Warbler agrees, kind eyes surveying her new life partners.

I don’t bother reminding them I have the final say, as Lucinia’s arguments and willingness have undoubtedly swayed me. Plus, I want to see what they become!

“I’ll allow it.”

“Excellent!!” Gabby exclaims as she fires up the Ritual diagram herself with a flick of her wand. She’s curious as well.

“This should be enlightening,” Spindle notes as the three Lesser Sirens enter their respective circles.

After spending a few minutes in customization, they finalize their decision and give the signal. Gabby supplies the Dark Magic to fuel the Ritual this time, the hazy screen thankfully blocking a traumatic scene from Jonny’s vision. It’s over quickly, though, and the Siren sisters’ new form is revealed to us as the curtain falls.

Three heads with familiar faces gaze back at us as we stare in awe at her six magnificent wings of many earthen tones, the jewel-like feathers adorning their necks… and the admittedly glorious rack of three perfect breasts. I mean, damn. I consider myself more of a butt-girl, but that doesn’t make me immune to this monster’s shapely features.

She steps forward on bird talons, her humanoid torso ending at the waist as with their previous forms, only to be tackle-hugged by Jonny—who happens to now be at head-to-boob height with the significantly taller monster. He proceeds to spend half a minute motorboating this impressive spread of double cleavage with Bonny trapped between his abs and the avian’s soft middle.

“Lucin…” Jonny starts before correcting himself, tearing his eyes from the tearfully beautiful jugs to look from Robin to Warbler and back to his mate, “What should I call you, now?”

To our astonishment, the three heads speak in a sing-song unison that rings like crystal in our ears, ““~You may call us, Terzetto~””