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Luca

Chapter 1

One, Two.

Two fast jabs flew pass my muzzle, missing by half an inch. One more left soared by, but again, I dodged it, jumping back a few feet to put distance between myself and the attacker. I stared at the guy in front of me. He was a bear, standing around 6'4 and weighing close to two-hundred and sixty pounds. The guy was a giant, even though he was only two inches taller than me. But he outweighed me by a good seventy pounds. The bear taunted by waving as if he was trying to pull in his opponent with a magical rope.

I grinned and dashed forward.

Pause.

Wait, you don't know what's going on right now, do you? You don't know anything about me. Like how my name is Luca Black and that I was born and raised in Chacigo, Llinois. Or maybe that I am a 22 year old, pitch dark furred wolf.

Or maybe we can talk about something important. Like my love for boxing. Since I was a kid, boxing has been my life. I was lucky to have boxing. My father, who was also a boxer in his youth, trained me at an early age. He believed it taught discipline, not to mention it would give a young kid something to do. Chacigo was known for taking kids and turning them into thugs. Gang violence and selling drugs would have been my career path if I didn't have this sport.

So that's me. Just a good ole boxer, that goes to college for Psychology; an upstanding citizen that is known for boxing. I even boxed for a few charity events. People assume I have a kind. Some sappy shit. In their eyes, I am a giving person who cares about the community that helped raise him.

But there was more to me.

Resume...

I stepped toward the beast in front of me. He held a firm guard. I couldn't spot any openings at first glance, but in an instance, my vision was crystal clear. It was like a light shined on my opponents every weak spot. I swear it felt like minutes passed, but in reality nothing but a millisecond.

His guard was like armor. But I knew where to punch. There were holes. One being his chin. I could end this with an uppercut and a right straight. My eyes widened. The beat of my heart could be felt pounding against my chest. I clinched my left fist, ready to launch, when suddenly, someone caught my eye.

On the other side of the room stood an otter. He was talking to one of our coaches. The otter leaned more on the short side, but seemed to have a good body. Nice and toned. A pair of red boxing gloves hung around his neck. Perfect. Another boxer.

But a pair of boxing gloves wasn't the only thing that caught my attention. Right as I was going to punch, his eyes targeted me. Those eyes. They were mysterious. There was something about them that caused me to...

Oh shit!

A large glove drove into my muzzle. I twisted my body with the punch and backed up five feet. My eyes never left the otter, as I caught sight of him watching me in awe.

That was a close call. My heart was beating faster now. Was it because of the punch, or that otter? I couldn't put my finger on it, and I don't think it really bothered me at the moment. All I could feel was excitement. I bounced on my pivot foot, smirking. The guy in front of me gave a look of panic before I dashed toward him.

The huge bear draped over the ropes. I could ear him panting, heavily I might add. I stood behind him, just watching and continuing to bounce on my pivot foot. I wanted him to get back up. I wasn't finish... I wasn't finish dissecting him.

-Ding Ding-

The bell signaled that round had ended. My bouncing came to a stop as I pulled a 180 and made way to my corner. The match was obviously over, so I made my exit. There was no way that guy could take any more. I wanted to give him more, but this sport isn't about hurting your opponent. It's about getting points and winning. Sometimes I forget this key factor, but what can I say? I love the sweet science of brutality.

"Good job." Someone pat me on the shoulder as I walked through the gym. I just nodded, never looking back. I was exhausted. The only thing my mind was focused on is to grab a drink of water.

I walked into the locker room, and as I turned the corner my spectator, the otter, from earlier walked straight into my chest. He bounced back a few steps.

"Excuse me."

"No, excuse me. I should watch were I'm going," I looked over him to make sure he was ok. His body was incredibly fit for his size. There wasn't any bulk what's so ever. Instead, his frame was toned and lean. Perfect for a boxer who focuses on speed. I wonder what's his preferred fighting type.

"Hey, I'm Luca." I extended a hand.

"Zax." He mirrored my action.

"Zax? With an X?"

Zax nodded. "Yeah. Not many people get that."

I gave a polite smile.

"You must be a new."

"Yup." Zax leaned back into a set of lockers and stuffed pockets with his hands. "I just moved here from Cali."

"Oh? Cali, huh? I hear the fighters there are insanely talented."

Our eyes met. A slow smile curled his lips.

"WE are a gifted bunch. But I guess talent can be found here in Chacigo, too."

"Think that talent can take on competition in the West?" I gave a toothy smirk, causing his caramel cheeks turn bright red.

"Maybe..." He ran a hand over his head and looked away for a second. He looked back to meet my gaze. "You're good, I'll give you that. Maybe we can spar one of these days. I can't today... They need a parents signature since I'm sixteen."

Sixteen, huh? He definitely looked young with his boyish presence and innocent eyes. Those eyes.

Zax's eyes were a cool grey which didn't surprise me at all. Something else caught my attention. He had this gaze that felt young in life. He was a virgin to almost everything, I'd assume. Pampered at home probably. It was adorable, to be honest. Seeing someone like him in a gym like this. The place wasn't fancy, but we had equipment.

Even though this little otter appeared to have a thriving home life, something else was present in those grey orbs. A vicious hunger that climbs it's way out through sheer, calculated violence. This kid had obviously seen battle... No. His soul lives on the battlefield. You rarely find that in a person. The only other time I have seen this is when I look in the mirror.

"Challenging me to spar, yet so young? That's cute."

Zax pushed off the locker and looked up at me, still smiling bright as before. "Age. Weight. Race. None of that matters. The only thing that DO matter is my fist. They haven't failed me yet."

I felt my heart rate start to rise. This kid.

"You're confident in your boxing."

"Very."

Like a flash of lightening, my left paw flew past his head hitting the lockers. I leaned in closer to the little otter as he backed into the lockers. Not much room between the two of us. Our bodies were so close, I could feel the heat rise from Zax.

"I want you to prove it, kid." Our eyes were glued to one another. That blood thirsty look in his eyes were so alluring. I wanted him to put his guard up right here. It was so hard to control this overpowering urge to dissect this beautiful specimen.

Zax's smile never faded. His eyes stayed alive as they return my challenging glare. Accept it kid. Be something new. Something I can have fun with in the ring. Because God knows I wanted a challenge. Boxing was like a drug, and I was a complete fiend.

The otter pushed forward a few inches. "When and where?"

"NOW. My place. The basement in my apartment building was turned into a gym. There's a ring put together there."

Zax thought about it for a second before gripping the boxing gloves around his neck.

"Sure. But you're not some creepy guy who's leading me into a dark room, ready to harvest my organs, right?"

I took a step back, a little shocked from the question. I chuckled a bit before responding, "No. I'm not going to cut you open and sell your organs on the black market. But I will dissect you. With my fist."

Zax bowed and pointed his arms toward the door. "Well, lead the way."

I opened my locker, grabbed my things, and left the gym. Luckily, I didn't live far. Only a few blocks. Unfortunately, It was dead of winter. The sweat from my spar earlier had soaked my shirt, and now it felt like an large piece of ice was hugging my moist torso.

Neither one of us talked. The air around us was tense. I'm sure he felt my desire to box, just as I noticed his.

I stopped outside a large white building. Outside the door was a brick path with flowers running alongside. This was my apartment. It was a nice place. Pretty expensive, but the landlord allowed me to set up a boxing ring in our basement. Of course that is enough to sell any place to me .

"Wow." Zax mumbled. "This is a pretty nice place for this area."

I rolled my eyes and made my way inside with the little otter close behind. Inside the basement, we prepped for our sparring match. Since I was already in gear, all I need was a mouth piece and gloves.

Zax geared up. We both removed are shirts and jumped in the ring. The little otter bounced around the square prison, pulling on the ropes as he moved from one side to the other.

"Getting a feel for the ring?" I asked as I watched.

A few jabs were thrown by Zax, hitting nothing in particular. "Yeah. Feels good. Haven't set foot in one for months." He stopped in the middle of the ring, guard up, and looking directly at me.

"I'm ready." He said.

"Ok." I replied. "Three, five minute rounds. We'll start when the timer sounds off."

The two of us glared each other down. Zax's guard was still high. Nice and tight, just the way I liked it. At first sight the guard seemed flawless. But once the match started everything will be clear. I could feel the blood burn beneath my fur.

The alarm rang.

Zax dashed forward. He was quick. Before I knew it he was right in front of me, throwing a barrage of left jabs. I dodged them as we circled the ring. He stayed on me, throwing his jab. Each one missed by a hair. Even though the guy was small, his body moved extremely fast and at a fluent pace. Not only were his feet a blur, but those paws of his felt like bullets shooting past my face.

I stepped back, but the persistent otter kept coming. He had to throw over fifty jabs already, yet he still had enough energy to keep at this pace. I watched Zax come for me and observed him with much haste.

It happened again. The room became brighter, despite it's darker atmosphere. Zax's body and openings revealed themselves and at that moment I knew exactly how to dissect this opponent.

Again, Zax threw a left jab. I did the same, smashing our fist together, blowing his arm back. The otter tried to step back, but I was in range before he could gain proper footing. He immediately threw up the guard from earlier.

I smirked.

That guard was tight, but now it was soft. After throwing so many jabs, his arm had to be tired. I could beat up his guard, and eventually open him up, since I had the size advantage. But that would not be a fun victory. I'd rather win another way.

I faked a jab the face, causing him to cover up as he tried to push back and put distance between us. Quickly, I changed my attack to a right uppercut to the body, mashing my fist into the kids liver, then finished with a left hook to his guard.

The alarm rang once more.

Zax's guard remained up, even after the alarm. I just turned around, went to my corner, and leaned against the ropes as I attempted to catch my breath. The kid remained on the opposite end. He still had his head protected. In small crack in his guard you could see a grew pupil, glaring right at me. The look in his eyes had changed. The innocent that glimmered in those orbs had now vanished. What remained forced a grin out of me.

A loud sound broke silence. I didn't waste any time. This time, I made the first move. I started with piercing left jabs. They hit his guard, but he just stayed in one place as I danced around his stationary body. The midsection was open, but I didn't want to do to much damage to the kid. Hopefully, he would give up... But the way things were going, this kid wouldn't be throwingin the towel anytime soon. I had to finish this.

Left jab. Side step. Left jab. Left jab. Side step. Jab. Step. Jab Jab Jab. His guard was tight. But everyone messes up. And he just did. As I continued to move to the right, an opening presented itself. I knew it would come.

Kid, you've been good. But I have to end it. It's been fun dissecting you. I stepped to the right once more and threw a powerful right straight, directed straight for the opening.

Suddenly, his eyes met mine! In an instant, Zax ducked under the punch, placing himself deep inside my range. There was no way I can dodge anything thrown here. An uppercut burst up, slicing the air as it targeted my chin. I knew it was over. What could I do?

Don't think.

I pushed my head up, jumping slightly. Lucky for me, the kids reach wasn't long enough, but it still grazed my muzzle, causing me to stumble.

Zax panted heavily. He gazed at me, waiting for my next move. His guard wasn't up this time. One paw was up, while the other hung, ready to be flicked at it's opponent.

As I looked at the kid, I felt my blood boil. I can't remember the last time I had this much fun. He was definitely something else, obtaining a pair of skills that could rival mine. I had the advantage when it came to size, but if he was a little bigger... Maybe the last exchange would have ended differently.

I dropped my guard and walked in his direction. He still had some fight left in him. I did too, but the next thing that happened shocked me and him. I tackled the otter to the ground wrestling him as I stripped away my boxing gloves. He did the same, but had a little trouble.

Once my paws were free, I grabbed the little otter, flipped him over onto his stomach, and pulled down his shorts to expose a cute caramel ass. He struggled, but could not get out from under my weight.

I didn't know what I was doing. The instincts that drove me in the ring to fight were also guiding these actions. It was like someone pushed the auto pilot button and I was forced to watch my body move freely. Zax attempted to say something, but I grabbed his muzzle.

By now, my cock had found an exit at the bottom of the shorts I wore. All 10 inches of wolf meat presented itself. It just rested on the little otters ass.

Zax's fight slowly began to fade, as a slight tremble replaced it. I leaned down, pressing his back to my chest. In one hand I held his muzzle shut while the other stroked my cock as pre coated the tip and dripped on the ass beneath.

Pre cum gathered in my hand. I used it to coat my shaft before pressing the tip to a tight pink hole. I knew he was a virgin. Maybe I should stop.

I couldn't if I wanted to. I was a slave to the rhythm. Without consent from neither Zax or myself, I pushed into his tail hole. He tried to jerk free, but that only made me apply more pressure.

Inch by inch, I invaded the tight hole. It had such a warm grip, I couldn't control myself. Hell, I didn't have any control to begin with.

"FUCK! FUCK Kid! You have a- " I drove all of my cock in him. He squealed and whimpered, but that only made me thrust into him harder. I kept his legs spread for deep penetration, making sure he took every inch my cock. I don't know how he felt, but the feeling I had was unmatched by anything I've ever felt. Maybe because I was balls deep in a guy who gave me a challenge? Or could it be because I can't control the uncontrollable urge or my primal instinct? I can't put a finger on it. All I can say is this was pure bliss. I picked Zax up, still inside him, as we made our way to the ropes, hooking his legs and arms on them before I started again.

Zax's cock was now hard. I guess he was enjoying it, because instead of the cries, he was now moaning. They were still painful moans, but at least he wasn't trying to run from it any more. As I pushed into him, he pushed back, which drove me crazy and helped edge toward my orgasm.

We moved to the corner of the ring now. He held onto the post, while I held his hips, thrusting and digging my claws into the cute little ass. The young hole clamped around my member. I watched it go in and out, spreading. No, splitting him in half.

It felt so good. There was no way I could hold out much longer. The muscle surrounding my cock coaxed the nut right out of it. The base of my knot was beating at Zax's back door. One of my hands gripped Zax's waste, while the other buried in his head fur, pulling him back as I forced my throbbing knot into the tight space.

"I'M CUMMING!"

Before I knew It, all of my future children filled the little otters ass. Some dripped out and onto the ring of the floor, but we made it there first. Zax and I fell to the ground. Him on top of me, back to chest.