Cage Fighter!
The crowd cheered. A single, wordless roar of pleasure. There was fresh blood on the mat, and medics were crawling into the ring to drag a limp, shapely vixen to the waiting stretcher. She convulsed suddenly, coughing up some more blood. She was alive, then. The wolf standing victorious in the ring smirked, and called to her as the cheers died. "Don't worry, babe, I'll make sure your face is fixed up again. I look after my own." Calls hailed from the audience, calls of admiration and suggestions about what to do with her later. The wolf turned, black fur glittering with sweat under the hard lights casting the ring aglow. He spread his arms, toned muscles rippling under his fur down his back and chest as he embraced the audience in his wide-open arms. Only a pair of worn jeans clung to his powerful form.
"And that closes the semi-finals!" A rat appeared beside him bellowing into a microphone and smiling to the crowd. "Another devastating display of raw power from the champ! Absolutely amazing." He turned to the wolf. "What do you think, Bear? Are you ready for the final round?" The rat offered his mic.
Bear smirked, and brushed a paw down his side, getting a smattering of blood on his fingers. "I get clawed up worse breaking in the new girls. This is nothing." He licked the crimson from his fingers. "Bring on the final challenger." The crowd's laughter swelled into a roar of approval.
"You heard him, folks! Bring out the final contender!" Spotlights swung to one corner of the nightclub-turned-killing floor, and boos rose as a curtain parted to reveal a figure hidden in a baggy jacket, the hood drawn low over the face. "Only one man stands to challenge the champion for the rights to the bodies and lives of tonight's combatants. We all had a good laugh when this mysterious man stepped into the ring under the name 'Bear Hunter,' but he's fought through three rounds of elimination and proven himself worthy of testing that name against the champion himself. Ladies and gentlemen, I present the final challenger: Bear Hunter!" Jeers and boos surged on all sides as the mysterious figure climbed into the ring. His pants were loose and light, his jacket baggy and his hood so low it was a wonder he could see to fight, but he could not hide the powerful muscles under that fabric. The hooded man simply stood in his corner, regarding the wolf in silence. "As always, the final match will be a locked cage match. No refs, no medics, nobody to get in the way. The three round system will be encouraged... but not enforced." The rat smirked as he slid out of the ring while four heavy sets of steel bars lowered. Techs pulled the corners into place, and fat padlocks joined the walls to the corners of the ring. The ceiling hung ten feet over their heads, throwing criss-crossing shadows over the two men standing at the ready in the ring.
"Well." The wolf's voice was smooth, and carried easily when the crowd hushed at his first word. "'Bear Hunter,' huh? I'm right in your sights now, looks like. I'm gonna be tearing off that hood in a minute anyway, why don't you take it off and tell us--?" The wolf trailed off as the man before him peeled off his gloves, revealing white-furred, mammalian paws. Those paws rose, and dragged down the zipper of his jacket. "About damned time." The wolf smirked, and opened his mouth to say more-- but the mystery man whipped his jacket open, hood flying back. An arctic wolf with dark eyes just glinting with silver. A black wife beater muted his fur, but it could not hide his chiseled chest. He was easily as built as Bear himself-- almost exactly as muscled, in fact. This was what had brought a hush to the crowd, and to the champion himself. The wolf before them looked almost exactly like Bear-- or rather, he looked like his exact opposite. White fur to black, dark eyes to dull silver. They held themselves differently --Bear bore a slouch and a loose, easy posture, while his would-be hunter stood stiffly upright, feet precisely placed-- but their bodies and faces were nearly identical. A single word left Bear's lips. "Hawk."
Cries rose from the crowd. "Who is he?" "He's ripped!" "Tear him apart!"
"Hello," the arctic wolf intoned, hushing the crowd, "little brother." A moment of shock. "I've waited a long time for this."
More cries surged. "Your brother?" "Tear out his throat!" "He really is bigger!"
Bear gave a slow smirk, just barely curling his mouth. "Always 'little' with you. We're supposed to be twins, aren't we? I don't see how it matters who was born first." This had the crowd in an uproar.
The rat stepped up in the cacophony to announce. "It seems the mysterious Bear Hunter has been revealed as none other than Bear's own twin brother! And their reunion doesn't seem to be a happy one, they look ready to kill each other! But how could this be? And why now? Ladies and gentlemen, something incredible is happening in the ring tonight!"
The arctic wolf spared an annoyed glare for the announcer before turning back to the inverted mirror image standing before him. "You're no twin of mine. My parents never should have adopted you. Just because you were born almost the same time as me doesn't make you anything like me, or my family. You've shamed everyone with this... filthy life you've led!" The white wolf took a sharp fighting stance. "I'm going to drag your ass back to the station once I'm done giving you all the whoopin's father should have. Looks like you'll be comfortable enough behind bars." He glanced up at the cage.
The crowd grew into a rabble. "What?" "So he's not your twin?" "He's kinda hot!" "That doesn't make any sense!" "He's a cop?" "What's going on?!"
Bear's laughter broke the cacophony. "Ohhh, this is just too perfect. I'm gonna make you my personal bitch, big brother." He bestowed the title mockingly. "Actually... I will at first. When I get bored with you, I think I'll enjoy making you work the streets." He chuckled richly. "I bet you'll make plenty. You're almost as good-looking as me." He popped his neck with a low growl and lowered his posture, widening his legs and drawing into a loose brawler stance. "Start the match, Reggie!"
The rat clasped at the air and pumped his fist. "It's cop vs. crimelord, ladies and gentlemen! By the end of this night, either our champion is going to be behind bars for the rest of his life, or his adopted twin is going to be working corners for the rest of his! It's all going to be decided at the bell!" He whipped to point dramatically at an oversized bell bearing the image of two nudes. A single brilliant chime rang through the room.
The two joined at the center of the ring in an instant, and before the ringing faded from the room, a white fist was planted solidly in Bear's face. The roar of the crowd died down suddenly-- only to rise as the black wolf, seemingly unaffected, jammed a fist into the white's gut, nearly knocking him off his feet. Powerful blows whipped back and forth, striking air once or twice for every sudden, resounding blow to flesh. Hawk's structured, refined style landed blow after blow, but he never seemed ready for the counter that followed-- his brother practically walked through his punches, even as the blows crunched audibly over the cheers of the crowd. Hawk wore every blow he took-- his posture was drooping slightly, and one eye was starting to swell. Bear wore a smirk.
"What's the matter, bear hunter?" The dark wolf followed as his brother backed off. The ring was growing smaller and smaller-- Bear was pushing him into a corner. "Never fought someone that could take it? Hell, you act like you've never taken a punch before." He took an exaggerated, massive swing at the white wolf's face, getting in just over his block-- and stopping, just short of his nose. The arctic wolf had flinched. Bear wore a cruel smirk. Hawk looped an arm around Bear's and bore half a dozen pummeling shots into the black's gut as the black seized up-- and seized the back of the white's head. Pulling him in, he cracked skulls with his brother, broke his hold, and turned to swing his head at the bars. A loud crack rose, and the white wolf crumpled, but Bear was already turning away.
"I can't believe anyone ever believed we were twins. I dunno what to do with this guy." He shook his head, crouching at the side of the ring to smile down at a fennec girl in a silver fish net top, who smiled right back. "I mean, really. He's supposed to be my big brother, and he can't even take a punch. It's embarrassing." He glanced back at the white wolf, who was crawling to his feet. "You think I should just kill him?" She gave a little pout. "No? Yeah, I guess it's true. After this, he'll probably earn me a mint. The finalists always do." He grinned. "And after a show like--" he turned as the arctic wolf rushed at him, launching from his crouch in a twist, his head just barely twisting out of the way of the white's desperate punch to clock him with a hook. Hawk went down again. "That's just fucking rude, now!" Bear spread his arms indignantly at the man sprawled before him. "Oh, by the way, big brother, meet my girlfriend! Asshole."
He planted a foot on the back of the white's calf and reached down. "The round's over, man. You were out for a bit there. Listen, while you're cooling down, do me a favor." He hauled the wolf up by his headfur, up and back, though he couldn't stand with his calf pinned to the mat. His free paw ran down over a jean-wrapped bundle, rubbing over it a few times before he dragged at his zipper. My girl's wearing her favorite top for good luck, and it always gets me going a little, if you know what I mean. Thought you could help out a little. What better time for you to get used to it, you know?" He smirked as a thick slab of wolf cock flopped free of his jeans. The roar of the audience lulled-- and doubled. Women's voices rose in delight as the panting arctic wolf blinked at the mass of meat hanging before him upside down. Bear had the arctic wolf on one knee, bent over backwards painfully until his muzzle was pointed at that cock. That muzzle was still open, panting desperately for air, and Bear was glad to take the invitation.
One paw slipped the tip in, and a single thrust sent that tip grinding out the front of his neck, a thick bulge rising through his fur as the stunned arctic wolf deepthroated his first cock. A great cheer rose, and Bear drew and shoved in again. Hawk convulsed, his entire body starting to tremble and squirm, and his arms flung up, trying to fight the black wolf off. "Ah, ah!" Bear's free paw clung tight to the white wolf's neck, his thumb claw buried in his hide to one side. The tip was already through his hide. "One wrong twitch, and I'll rip your jugular right the fuck out. I better not feel any teeth, either. Just sit there and take your reward for losing the first round, big brother." Contempt roiled in the words as he ground in a fresh stroke, that thick lump pushing right down under the bridge of his thumb. Loose slurping noises sounded as the arctic wolf struggled with holding his jaw open wide enough, his arms falling to his side. "Yeah, I thought so. Least you know how to follow orders." Bear smirked, holding the wolf down tight by that fistful of his head fur. He fucked that neck stroke by stroke, each blow swaying the strained wolf's body back and forth on the hinge of his knee and his one foot planted on the ground.
The audience could see Hawk's face each time his rapist drew. His eyes smoldered, staring at something far in the distance, tight at the edges as his burning glare apparently penetrated the denim pushing around his nose, two fat lumps pushing to almost kiss his face through the jeans. Loose drool curled up his face to drip off his brow to the mat-- his maw hung open to the assault of that cock. Bear was groaning out slowly, and his grip tightened on his brother's neck. He slammed in stroke after stroke with growing speed, slick, slobbering noises spilling out as Hawk convulsed, and the ebon wolf whipped his head back to howl at the glaring lights overhead as he ground into his would-be twin's face and fired his load down that strained throat.
The crowd roared right back. Some had joined in their own little events-- a small orgy even seemed to be forming at one corner. A thick knot dragged from the arctic wolf's maw, followed by inch after inch of thick wolfmeat, the tip emerging still firing away-- the last few wads plastered Hawk in the face and nearly choked him when he gasped for air. The paws slipped away, and Hark collapsed on his paws and knees, coughing violently and heaving a few times. Jism dripped on the mat, and he scrubbed at his face as Bear laughed. "There now, wasn't that better than getting the shit beat out of ya? Good news is, once you lose this round, we won't have to have the third. You're almost done, bro." He cackled, taking his time about stowing away his sloppy cock and zipping up. "Good thing, too-- I can't wait to really break you in." He shook his head. "Oh, man. I tell you, a life of crime has never been more rewarding. I gotta thank your dad someday for treating me like shit and teaching me a man's gotta take what he wants." He tilted his head. "Maybe I'll bring you along with! Won't that be nice. We could put you in a nice little skirt or something."
Panting and still coughing now and then, the arctic wolf gathered himself. He glanced over his shoulder at the black, and his eyes burned. A rage had taken him. The white wolf rose to his feet and turned, slowly taking his stance. "Ooooh," the black feigned fear. "Ready for round two, huh? Alright. Reggie!" The bell rang, and Bear launched forward-- but the white was already there. A crushing punch whipped Bear's head back and to the side, and a second launched him off his feet. The white wolf beat him to the mat, and Bear landed on his elbows-- only to be kicked off. He rolled with it and climbed to his feet again, but he hardly laid eyes on the white wolf before a blow to the gut bent him over. Hawk's practiced form was dissolving into an avalanche of blows, driven purely by hurt and rage. Bear's back plastered to the cage, and a foot planted in his gut, forcing a sudden, broken groan of pain from the dark wolf. It seemed to echo in the silence of the ring. The audience was still.
The foot drew back, and Bear sunk to his knees. He coughed, and planted on his face. Hawk trembled over him a few moments in the silence, until it broke into jeers. The white wolf shook himself a moment and stooped over the black. "Hey," the arctic wolf rasped. "I got something to tell you, little brother." The dark wolf barely stirred, giving a soft groan. "You know how your real mother died with a bullet in her? Shot along with her husband in some big gang thing, right?" He took a soft groan for an answer. "Wrong. My father shot both your parents. They were both trying to rob a place. You were due in a couple weeks, and they were robbing places. You weren't raised to be a criminal, it's in your filthy blood." He pulled up the black's arm. Bear stirred. "Mmf... wha--?"
Steel closed around his wrist. "You have the right to remain silent." Bear blinked. "Anything you say can and will be used ag--" the black burst out laughing. "Against you in a court of law." The jeers rose powerfully, boos on all sides. Beer bottles shattered against the bars. "You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights?" His words were practically lost in the din, between the dark wolf's roaring laughter and the cries of the audience. Bear climbed to his feet, his laughter winding down and breaking into a whistle.
"Phew. Oh, man. That's too much." He gave a thick chuckle, and tugged at the handcuff. His right was chained to Hawk's right, with about three inches slack between them. "You manage to earn yourself a third round, and that's how you want it to go down? Shit, alright. Mmh." He shook his head, rubbing his jaw with a chuckle. "You can actually throw a punch, if you really want to. I never would've guessed." He smirked. The crowd was still crying out, and Bear turned to them with a frown. "Hey, shut up!" He swiped his free paw at the crowd. "We got one round left. Don't worry, I'm not the champion of this little game for nothing." He turned to the white wolf with a smirk. "Back up, pureblood. Gotta be in the middle of the ring to start."
Hawk watched him as he stepped back slowly, stopping when the two stood with their hands in the very middle of the ring. Hawk had to reverse his posture, and he planted his feet wide. Bear couldn't help but smirk again as he took a wide stance himself. The two looked ready for a tug of war. "Reggie!"
Once again, the round opened with a sudden, powerful blow to the face. This time, however, it was a black fist firmly planted against a white muzzle-- the very moment the bell had rung, Hawk had tugged on the chain, but Bear abruptly launched forward, using the pull to propel his punch as the white wolf's twist pushed him right into the blow. Bone cracked under knuckles, and a beautiful spray of blood arced in the hard lights. A sudden, guttural roar filled the arena-- the champion and the audience as one letting loose a savage cry of victory, of bloodlust. Bear seized his brother's shirt, hauling him back in mid-fall to plant a left hook in his jaw. Hawk careened towards the ground again, but Bear dragged him by that shackle, swinging him around as the white struggled to keep his feet under him, throwing the arctic wolf into the bars.
Steel caromed off the white's skull, and beat against it again as a hot body shoved against his back. Humid breath rolled over Hawk's neck as he stood pinned in place against the cage, his legs trembling and finally giving out-- he would have fallen at last, were his brother not rubbing against him with a low growl, a paw crawling down his side. The white's paws were caught over his head-- the black held his wrist up against the bars, and the shackle left the other up with it. Hawk barely had the presence of mind to stay conscious, let alone struggle away.
The roar of the crowd, the constant cheering, it was becoming a dull noise that filled Hawk's mind. But through that noise pierced a voice, tickling his ear it was so close. "While we're telling little truths, 'big brother'..." The fasten on Hawk's pants came undone, and a thumb dragged his pants down, slowly revealing him to the crowd below. "...My girlfriend-- you remember her? Front and center, actually." The white wolf dully perceived a curvy fennec girl waving at him with a little smile, standing just below them, no more than a foot from the cage. "She works in the hospital. I had her look it up one time..." The voice was breathy, half-whispering. Denim dragged down the arctic wolf's ass, giving way to fur, and something hot. "Turns out the timing was actually the other way around..." A soft chuckle pressed to the back of the wolf's head as something slick and hard pressed to his ass. Hawk's eyes widened. "It looks like I'm the big brother after all... little brother."
"What? No--!" Hawk barely stirred enough to protest half a breath before he was penetrated, his words breaking into a tremulous cry as his body clenched with no coordination. He gasped, and screamed out wordlessly, for there were no words that could capture his sudden, layered grief.
"Oh, hush. That was just the head, lil bro," Bear teased, and a growl rolled in his belly as he rolled his hips back a hint and drove deeper, shoving a high cry from the white. One more firm blow hilted the girthy black deep in his adopted twin's ass, milking a yelp from him reminiscent of a little girl's. "Mmmm, nothing like virgin," Bear rumbled. "You'd better get used to it, you'll be getting plenty from now on..." He chuckled and drew to shove a fresh stroke in, grinding the white wolf's hips tight to the bars.
The crowd cheered on, though no longer for the fight. Now they cheered for Bear doing what he did best, and for the humiliation of the white wolf. The black wolf beat a steady pace into his brother's ass, and the crowd took up the rhythm, crying out in time, some chanting, some simply barking, some turning on others in the crowd to join the rhythm in truth. Within moments, the smell of blood and old sweat was washed from the ring with the smell of sex and fresh perspiration, beading on breast and brow as furs panted. Not all joined in, but several circles of spectators formed about the ring. Not uncommon at this tournament, but never seen in this magnitude.
For all the sideshows, however, the twin wolves were still the main attraction. Hawk's paws had finally found the bars, wrapping tight around them as he grit his teeth, eyes shut tight. His face was pushed between the bars, tensed in absolute rejection as his body heaved slightly with every thrust of the black behind him. Fresh cries rose as some noticed a hint of pink emerging from his sheath, and escalated into jeers and mocking laughter as a cock slowly emerged between the bars, the white wolf helpless to hide his growing lust even as he was violated and everything he cared for sundered.
A deep chuckle rose against Hawk's back, and that burned his pride greater than the rest of the crowd combined. The white snarled silently, his throat tightening with no breath to push through it as his insides burned, strained to contain this shame and this massive... presence. A thought echoed through his head, and fat tears rolled down the white's face. He really is the big brother...
A modest, pink cock stood high at attention before the crowd, bobbing with every shove of the beast into his ass. The difference was obvious to the crowd, even comparing from memory. Hawk trembled, and his muscles turned to water. Every time he tried to open his eyes, he saw only blinding blurs and the surge of that mocking crowd, and he squeezed his eyes shut again. He roiled in shame even as his shaft twitched and leaked.
Fresh snarls tore through the black, his thrusts gaining new power one after another. The cage rattled, the padlocks shaking on their loops as steel danced under collision after collision. Claws dug into the white's side and wrist as something fat abruptly strained through him. Hawk's eyes shot open, and he groaned out some desperate protest that might as well have been a moan of pleasure. His brother was knotting him. It shoved through and dragged out time and again, swelling big with the pulse of the black's heart. Each forced passage squeezed a cry of pain from the white, until the knot finally, mercifully clung to his insides, refusing to budge. Strokes broke into a powerful, relentless grinding as Bear pulsated deep inside his brother, claws tightening until fresh red stained his fur.
Once more, a roar filled the club, and half a beat behind the crowd swelled with cries in answer. The ground shook, the steel vibrated, and Hawk was lifted off his feet, eyes wide. Cream arced from a smallish pink cock, and a fennec was ready with an open mouth and raised paws.
The roar filled Hawk's ears, and the only thing louder was his own heartbeat. It pounded in his head, and the world became another place, which he barely came in touch with. His body eventually fell to the ring, and another body settled atop it, straddling it. Voices everywhere. He wasn't sure he was still conscious. That heartbeat pulsed, and slowed, and grew quiet, barely pushing by at all. At some point, he realized it, but he didn't want to know it. It wasn't his heartbeat that seemed to consume him. It was the throbbing of his brother's cock.
The world broke through again. "...most incredible tournament we've ever witnessed! It is my honor to present the trophy, once again, to Bear! Champion renewed!" Applause pushed in alongside the cheers now, almost drowning it out-- many voices were hoarse by now.
The man atop Hawk stirred and laughed. A paw landed on his shoulder, firmly squeezing as the knot stirred inside him. "Welcome to the family, little brother. Welcome to my family."