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BOXING IS NOT FOR SISSIES by Drake, AKA Frisky_Stallion. January 9th 2006 This is my fourth story, and once again I am writing about something I haven't written about before. This story is also the reason why I haven't worked on the "Of Dragons and Gryphons" series I already started. Nonetheless, all you furs who requested a second part to that story can rest assure knowing I will write a second part in the future. Meanwhile, keep your eyes and paws entertained with this one. This story is a commission a wolf friend of mine requested for a dear friend of his. I'm not exactly sure, but I do know its some sort of present. I guess he wanted to stay away from regular presents, hehehe. Anyway... I hope he enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. With my friend's permission, here is a copy of said present. I hope all of you readers also enjoy it.

• * * The hollow sound of rubber boxing gloves pounding at a punching bag filled the warm-up area of a gym. One after another the yellow gloves worn by a golden furred wolf slammed on the rough surface of the training tool that was being held in place by a dark furred lion. It was late December, holidays closing in, and much like the previous winter this was a damn cold one. Temperatures below -20 C ravaged the streets without mercy, turning every single building, store, or compound into a safe-house from the cold. This gym wasn't the exception. The rectangular-shaped, one story building looked everything but impressive from the outside. If one were to walk in front of it and take a quick glimpse at its worn down wooden doors and stains-covered facade one would never guess that this wasn't an ordinary gym. No. This was a male-only gym that focused mostly on boxing training. This was the SUMMIT. Through-out the years some of the best managers had visited the training grounds of the SUMMIT in search of their next champ and many of the greatest trainers in the state called the run-down gym their home. Needless to say, getting a membership, or even walking into this gym, wasn't a simple thing to do. Only top boxers and elites athletes were even offered the opportunity to prove themselves worthy of a members-carnet. One of such privileged fighters was Andy Gold, a 22 year-old wolf who had spent every single afternoon of his life, for the past seven years, busting his ass at the SUMMIT as if there was no tomorrow. Once more one of Andy's yellow gloves exploded against the red fabric of the punching bag with enough strength to push it back along with Teo, his 35 year-old lion friend who also happened to be his regular work-out buddy. "Shit! My wrists, man!" - complained Teo as he stumbled a couple steps backwards and shook his paws to mitigate the stinging pain. The gym was rather dark that night, much like any other winter night, for the simple reason that all the windows were covered with thick curtains to protect the fighters from the cold that might creep into the gym through them. "What now? Am I hitting that thing too hard for you, bitch?" - replied the wolf to his friend's grumbling while he held both paws upwards and shrugged. "It's called WARM-UP, Andy. Warm-FUCKING-up! No matter how hard you hit this stuffed sausage, you won't knock it down." "Wanna bet?" The wolf smirked, a cocky, confident smile forming on his thin and outlined snout. "Sorry, CHAMP, but you can't knock everything down, you know?" - said the lion in a teasing way while he walked back behind the bag and hugged it, leaning against it with all his weight to prepare for the next punch of the wolf. "Let it go." - ordered the wolf, waving a gloved paw at his friend. "Uh?" Teo's round, dark-brown ears stood at full attention as they aimed themselves towards the wolf in a questioning fashion. "Just let it go." - repeated Andy and the lion backed away and stood to the side, starring back at him with an annoyed expression. "Now, watch and learn, bitch." The wolf lowered his stance a little, loading his body weight on his rear foot as he prepared to release a massive punch. That night, he had decided to only wear black boxing trunks with a white stripe on each side of the legs and leave the rest of his body naked, except for the gloves and shoes of course. His body was the result of some fine breeding and a lot of training, which meant muscles... and a lot of them. He stood about six foot two, not counting his pointy, grey tipped ears and weighted about 196 pounds of pure canine strength. His ripped and clearly defined chest was covered with a shinny layer of fine, golden fur that expanded all the way to his back, legs, arms, upper side of his gorgeous tail and certain areas of his head like the cheeks. The only parts of him that weren't golden, or that weren't hidden by clothing or training equipment at the time, were his belly and the underside of his tail and snout, which all shared the same tone of creamy, white fur. Teo's expression changed from boredom to astonishment when he looked into his friend's deep, blue eyes and saw the fire within them. The concentration, the intensity... the hatred. A deep, raspy growl escaped from Andy's bared fangs as he turned his body, in order to use his weight, and launched a lighting strike. The punching bag nearly broke in half under the powerful impact but managed to remain in one piece, though not in the same place. The chains from which it hung clanged and shrieked before ripping the hanging hook right off, leaving the punching bag free to fly a couple feet into the air before slamming down hard onto the wooden floor and pouring half of its contents on the ground. The lion shook his head and coughed a chuckle. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the big smile that Andy wore for a face. His strong, golden chest rose and fell behind deep breaths of satisfaction and pride. "You were saying?" - asked Andy, both arms crossed in front of his chest. Every single one of his muscles... biceps, triceps, pectorals, shoulders, you name it... were tensed and flexed and this was no coincidence. He was clearly stating how strong he was as well as demanding recognition for his achievement. "Well?" - he added with a flick of his head. The lion walked over to him, taking his shirt off while he did, and stood snout to snout with the younger wolf. "Don't presume that only because you are an amazing fighter you own me, cub. I am still the elder here, as well as the strongest one." He made damn sure to squeeze his abs and pecs together to prove his point. He knew he was past his 30´s, but he also knew how impressive his body still looked, more like a body builder than a boxer actually. "Don't..." A sharp claw poked at the wolf's chest. "... you..." Again the wolf was pinched. "... ever forget... that." Andy smiled and tilted his head, his eyes going up and down his friend's body. "How could I forget it when everyday I see your skin hang lower and lower, old timer?" Teo shook his head and laughed. "Clean up that shit before Trevor sees it and revokes your membership, you cynical bastard." "Fuck that! Someone else will do it. Champs don't clean floors." "Keep thinking like that and some day you will get your ass kicked, boy." "We both know that's bullshit, man. 34-0. 34 and 0! Who the fuck is going to knock me down, eh? Who?!" The lion shrugged and began walking towards the boxing rings. "Hey! Where you going? We are not done here." "Yes we are. Follow me" "What the fuck you mean -YES WE ARE-? Just cause I won't clean that shit? Come on! Hey... hey!" Fangs bared and fur standing Andy stormed out of the warm-up room and ran after Teo, turning him around with a violent tug of the shoulder. "I was saying..." "He will." - said the lion with a nod of the head towards one of the rings. "What?" - asked the wolf, looking rather confused. "I said: he will." "He? Who will what?" - asked Andy, as he looked around the fighting area that held over six rings; fights currently developing in every single one of them. "Brent Hart. That's WHO." Andy followed Teo's gaze and found a new fighter in ring three, a brown stallion with a white diamond on his forehead. "A new guy?" The lion nodded and smirked, clearly saying: OH, YEAH. "I've never heard of him." "And I'm not surprised at all, Mr. Center-of-the-World." "What's that supposed to mean?" - asked the wolf as he jabbed the lion in the gut. Not a hard punch but strong enough not to be a playful peck. "There are other fighters in this state other than yourself. Perhaps you should check the boxing listings from time to time." Andy made a fake smile and scoffed. "Yeah well, anyway... stick around him, check his style... who knows? You might even learn something." To this comment the wolf looked indignant. "Perhaps even find the balls to arrange a match against him?" -Teo added as he walked over to ring one and started talking with a rhino friend. "Wise-ass." - mumbled Andy under his breath before someone started yelling -BACK OFF, BACK OFF- over and over. When he turned to see what the hell was going on, he saw one of the trainers hugging the new stallion from behind, forcing him back and away from a very bloody bear that lay flat and unmoving on the ring. "Mark!" - he cried as he jumped against the ropes and climbed them, quickly kneeling next to his friend. "What the fuck was that?" - yelled Trevor, chief of trainers, right to the stallion's face. The discussion between those two continue for a few more seconds, seconds that Andy spent trying to wakeup his knocked-down friend. "That's it... open up... there! Welcome back, man." The wolf smiled and placed one of the bear's arms over his own shoulder, helping him up and over to his corner bench. "-WHAT HAPPENED-, you said? Well... you got the shit kicked out of you, pal, that's what happened. BIG time." - he explained while he wiped the blood off Mark's face with a warm, wet towel. Despite the bear saying something he couldn't quite make out, Andy could not think of anything else other than that stallion. He knew Mark was a good fighter, he had gone nine rounds with him and defeated him with effort. But according to the chart on the corner this match had only lasted three rounds, six less than his own, and ended up with Mark looking like a train had just run over him. "Uh? Yeah, yeah... you did good... fucker got lucky, that's all." - said in response to some of the questions made by the bear, his head turning slightly, allowing himself to catch, out of the corner of his eye, the image of the stallion having his gloves removed by Trevor. "Oh fucker, you are sooo going down!" - he mouthed to himself, and started undoing Mark's gloves. "Hey! I said: hey you, the fucking grass-eater with the fat ass!" - screamed Andy as he trotted to catch up to Brent in a nearby alley of the gym. The stallion stopped dead in his tracks and turned his face to look behind him. "You better watch that long and ugly snout of yours, pup. You are hideous enough as you are, a deformed face wouldn't do you much good." Without as much as paying Andy a second glimpse he continued on his way. "It certainly didn't do your whore of a mother any good, I still have to fuck her with a bag over her face!" The stallion stopped again, his expression a pure reflection of rage. "What the hell did you just say, faggot?" - growled Brent as he turned around and dropped his gym back to the side. Andy did the same and kept walking towards him. He could feel his heart pounding like a drum. "You heard me. What you plan on doing about it, mother-fucker?!" For a second Andy wasn't sure where he was any longer. The cold wetness of the snow covered his paws, and a strange taste filled his maw. It wasn't until he heard the words: -GET THE FUCK UP-, that he knew he was down on the floor. The punch had come so fast and so unexpectedly that he hadn't even seen it. After wiping a thin line of blood from the corner of his mouth, Andy picked himself up and patted the snow off his clothes. "That one... that one was for free, asshole. Don't expect to land another one." - snarled the wolf as he faked a jab to the stallion's snout and then quickly swept a leg against one of his feet instead, tripping him to the side and even managing to land a hard right-hander to the stallion's cheek before he hit the floor. "What happened, you fucking pussy? Can't fight unless you do it the coward's way? Get up!" Brent hit the floor with a fist, panting in anger, staring at the wolf from his crouched position. For a moment he contemplated returning the taunt but a wave of fury took hold of him and drove him against the wolf. Sacrificing a dead-on jab to the ribs he pounced on Andy, gripping him with both paws from his shoulders-fur before slamming him against the wall of a building, sending a couple dumpers spinning down the street in the process. "I'm gonna fucking kill you, cocksucker!" - screamed Brent as he repeatedly slammed Andy's back against the brick wall as if he were nothing more than a rag doll. As quickly as he could, the wolf grabbed hold of the stallion's forearms and dug all ten claws deep into his flesh, drawing a splash of warm blood as well as a painful scream from Brent. Nonetheless, the stallion continued to pummel him against the wall and, despite being nearly as tall as the equine was, he found himself unable to free himself. It was as if his opponent didn't care about the pain he was inflicting on him with endless jabs and knees to the ribs and guts. He even came to believe the stallion was either on drugs or in some sort of psychotic-rage-state that kept him from registering any pain. But, after pushing all possible excuses to the side, the bottom line was that not only was he losing this fight, he was now actually scared of the guy. It was then that the stallion did something different and charged at Andy with his shoulder, slamming it right onto his chest and literally lifting his lighter body up against the building. Andy whimpered loudly as he felt one of the worst pains he had ever felt in his life. One that made his ears buzz and his vision blacken. Brent smiled to himself as he saw with pleasure that his strategy had worked to perfection. The wolf was clearly close to losing consciousness thanks to the hard hit his head had taken against the wall, which meant it was only a matter of time before he was down on his knees begging for mercy, or so he thought. Resorting to a last resort technique he wasn't the least proud of, Andy pretended as if he were going down and on the last possible second dug his claws into the stallion's shoulders and pulled himself towards him as he violently brought up his right knee against Brent's testicles. Brent squealed like a little girl but didn't go down, instead he hugged Andy across the belly with both arms and tossed him like a frisbee across the side walk to land right on top of one of the garbage cans, making it puke its disgusting contents onto the middle of the street. Andy wasn't even done rolling himself onto his fours to stand up when a pair of paws roughly grabbed him by the scruff and arm, and slammed his chest onto the hood of a car. "Don't fucking move, mister, you are under arrest!" - barked a doberman police officer. Along with the metal rattling of the cuffs and the cold feeling against his wrists, Andy heard a voice scream: -I SAID SPREAD THEM, TOUGH GUY!- Once he was being dragged backwards towards the backseat of the police sedan, he could finally see two other police officers; one big German Shepard and a rather bulky, mean-looking tiger, struggling to bring Brent down to his knees and cuffing him. Once inside the police vehicle he had to wait for another couple minutes before his rival was violently shoved into the seat next to him, but only after having his forehead loudly slammed against the door frame by ACCIDENT. "You two are going to spend the night in the can. You heard, shit-faces? That oughta cool your heads up." - said the Sergeant, whom also happened to be the German Shepard, from the passenger's seat. "But..." "BUTT is what you will both get molested in tonight if you keep busting my balls!" - growled the Sergeant again, cutting Brent's words like a knife though butter. "That's how I like it, ladies. Quiet and calm. Now, tomorrow morning you can both pay a fine and go home... wherever that is... but tonight... is jail time for the both of your sorry asses." Morning came after a long, long night in which both, Andy and Brent, learned one horrible, yet undisputable, truth: Jail is not a nice place to spend the night. Luckily for them they were kept in individual cells just off the main containment area. And, of course, being sentenced to only one night inside meant they didn't have to shower! Which, needless to say, can be a rather dangerous little chore in prison. Still, not everything was peachy for them. They had to walk pass some of the community-cells in order to get to their final destination for the night and all the things they heard in those couple minutes sure made them realize that they better never do anything that could actually put them in there with all the convicts. "You are that cocky asshole from the Summit, aint ya?" - asked Brent without looking at Andy as he lit a cigarette. They were both standing on the stairs of the police station, one next to the other. "And you are the motherfucker that beat up my friend when there was no need to. It was a fucking practice match!" "You mean that bear?" Andy nodded. "So that is what this is all about! I beat up your friend and now you are on a quest for revenge? How knightly of you!" "That's right! You got a problem with that?!" His sparkling white fangs showing behind curled up lips. "Don't bullshit me, ANDY. Yeah, that's right. Don't look so surprised I know who you are. Andy Cole, 6´1", 196 pounds, 34-0. And there is no fucking way I am going to believe you are doing this for him. Everyone that knows you thinks you are a self-centered, arrogant prick. So don't bull me! You want a shot at me? Just ask for it, coward!" "Are you done bitching around, BITCH?" - said Andy in the smoothest way he could muster, tossing his gym bag over his shoulder. The stallion didn't reply, simply looked at him as he took another hit from his cigarette. "In that case, tonight... 11 pm, after everyone is gone. We fight till we drop. Be there!" "Are you sure you don't want me here, Andy? I mean... jeez, look at what he did to you last night?" - said Teo as he worked on tapping Andy's wrists and paws for the fight. It was 10:48 pm already and still there were no signs of Brent. Everyone was gone except for Trevor and Teo, who were only waiting for Brent to show up before leaving. Andy had already asked Trevor for the keys, and after explaining to him what had happened last night, he didn't refuse to allow him to finish the matter as boxers before someone got hurt or worse, put in jail again. "You should..." "See the other guy?" - said the lion finishing Andy's sentence. "I don't give a rats-ass about the OTHER GUY. I'm seeing you, Andy. Face it, he kicked your ass." "It was a street fight, not a boxing match." - snarled the wolf, baring his fangs at his friend. "At least let me be the referee, man. I won't interfere, I swear. I just want to make sure no one gets hurts." "I don't need you to fucking take care of me, Teo!" He tugged his paw away from the lion and jumped to his feet, eyeing him. "I don't bend over for no one, got that?! No matter how big, no matter how strong." "Fine! Then you can finish your fucking taping by yourself." As he said this he threw the tape at the wolf and stormed out the door, only to run into Brent in the thin corridor that connected the locker rooms and showers to the rest of the gym. "Well hurry up, STUD. You don't wanna be late for your MANHOOD LITTLE TEST here!" - roared at the stallion in such a way only felines can just before he dug a shoulder into Brent's stomach and slammed him against the wall. A quick set of claws immediately found the horse's throat, stopping only a millimeter before piercing his skin. "Listen to me, you fuck, and listen to me well. This is a boxing gym and here, we box. If you take it further and hurt my friend in there in any matter I don't consider fit for a boxing match, I will personally use these very same claws..." At that point he squeezed his neck tighter. "... to turn you into a damn gelding. Is that clear, GRASS-EATER?" Brent could only nod. Even being a strong, skilled boxer like he was, Teo was still a predator, and not just any predator but a lion, a very strong and aggressive one. "Good! 'Cause believe me, I wouldn't mind slashing those balls of yours right off and shoving them up your ass." - grunted Teo with an aggressive snort that blew Brent's mane backwards before he pushed him aside and kept on walking towards the exit. "About time you showed up, bitch. I was beginning to believe you were afraid." - taunted Andy, the shuffling of the swinging door attracting his blue eyes to the entrance of the locker room. Brent completely ignored the annoying comment of the wolf, which by this time was struggling to put a sleeve-less shirt on with his taped-up paws, and kept on walking straight to his locker, his heart still racing due to the scary incident with the lion. An aggressive slap from the stallion opened the small locker, sending the thin, metal door slamming against the neighbor's locker. With a quick tug or two Brent nearly tore his shirt from his body and tossed it into his gym bag before pulling out and throwing a grey and black boxer/jockey onto the wooden bench. Andy had, by now, finished with his shirt and was working on getting his yellow gloves on when he caught, out of the corner of his eye, the silhouette of the stallion sliding down his pants along with his white underwear. For a moment he forgot whatever it was he was doing and kept "secretly" staring at the naked horse that stood searching for something inside his locker. He hated admitting it, but Brent was really well built, even better than himself, which only made him feel jealous and angry towards the stallion. The muscles on his brown calves were ridiculously outlined, bulging out of his thick legs. On top of that he could see the muscle-lines that formed the massive hamstrings of the stallion, extending all the way up to meet the bottom of two very round and firm rump cheeks, parted only by a chestnut, shiny tail which hair went as far down as the stallion's knees. The golden wolf would have gone on admiring the body of his opponent but, for some reason he ignored, Brent turned towards him and walked right across the bench he was sitting on, heading for the sinks. Hoping he didn't see him staring at him, Andy dropped his gaze as soon as the stud turned, but kept vigilant even in that position. His clear eyes followed the shape of the muscular male all along his prance around the room. His snout mounting the words, HOLY FUCK, as soon as he saw the impressive package the stallion carried between his strong legs. Even only a glimpse was enough for him to notice two HUGE, very round testicles, easily the size of grape fruits, bouncing from side to side and slightly up and down each time Brent stomped the ground with his hooves. He had seen naked horses before and always found their balls and sheaths a thing to marvel about, and certainly to play with for hours. Brent's equipment wasn't the exception. Not only did the horse have an over the top sheath when it came to size, but his nuts were just magnificent in every way. Their size, the way they hung, the velvet-leathery, soft looking layer of thin fur that covered them... everything about them! In fact, he had been so immersed in starting at the swinging orbs that he hadn't even had time to steal a second look at the base of his equally dark-brown sheath which also looked thicker than any other he had ever seen. As Brent washed his face and started applying some Vaseline to his cheeks and snout to protect them from the punches to come, he couldn't help but think to himself, FUCKING HORNY, SLUT, while looking at the reflection of the golden wolf on the worn down mirror in front of him. Even when Andy's effort to keep his eyes hidden from the stallion had been a good one, he forgot the sixth sense that all males have when it comes to being looked at. And, for his misfortune, Brent's awareness was properly attuned. He had felt the stare of the wolf as soon as he had taken the first step towards the sinks and that was the reason why he had started roughly slamming his hooves on the ground to make his balls bounce and shift between his massive legs as he walked by. "Hey! You got a problem down there or something, faggot?" - said Brent as he slowly walked back to his locker, his snout now glistening with Vaseline, making sure to flex every muscle in his body. Andy knew his sheath had bulged up some, it had happened as soon as he took the first look at Brent's grand equine orbs. But what he hadn't noticed was that, due to the tightness of his boxing trunks, he now sported a wet spot right at the center of his crotch area. He quietly cursed himself for being a wolf, which meant there was nothing he could do about precuming like crazy as soon as he got the slightest turned-on, that was just canine sexuality. "You've never seen a hung wolf before or what?" - replied with a certain pride in his voice, hoping this would give him back the edge of the conversation. "Oh, I've seen hung wolves before, you're just not one of them." This comment brought an unfriendly grin to Andy's face. "Besides, none of them ever pissed their own shorts before. Are you afraid, puppy? Or did seeing a real male naked get your blood pressure up?" He waved a paw at the bulge in his shorts and chuckled. "... among other small things." "Fuck you! You hear? Fuck... you!" - growled Andy, mouthing the words very clearly as he stared the stallion right in the eyes in a defiant way. Brent only chuckled more and went on to slide the tight pair of long-sleeve jockeys on. "See ya at the ring, fag." - he added as he picked up a pair of black boxing gloves and left the room. "Shit, god-dammit!" - cursed the wolf, kicking a bucket across the room. He dug his fangs into the tips of his gloves and pulled them off, spitting them down on the floor. "You wanna see a fucking male... fine! I'll show you one." He quickly tore his shirt off with his claws, too pissed off to even care about how much it had cost. In a matter of seconds he took off his boxing shorts, staying only with a tight pair of white underwear that barely covered his rather large sheath and balls, leaving his golden rump fully exposed since that particular model of underwear only had a thong on the back. As he walked pass the sinks area on his way to the exit, he caught his own image in the mirror and stopped for a second. After taking one long stare at his defined, muscular body he placed both paws on the cold stone of the sink and leaned towards the mirror, staring into his own eyes. "He's nothing. All horses are big and you are just as big and strong as he is. No. You're stronger, faster, and a better boxer. And he is in for a world of pain!" He nodded to himself, his eyes moving down his split chest, pass his outlined eight-pack and down to his crotch. The shape of his loose balls made the crotch pouch look like an over-stuffed grocery bag. On top of that he noticed the thickness and endowed size of his sheath with a big smile. "And after you're done showing him how to box, you are going to show him how a sexy wolf like you marks his bitches." Again he nodded to himself. "Fuck yeah!" He shattered the mirror with a quick jab and ran out of the locker room. "What is this? Did I offend you with my comment so you had to come out half naked, flashing your tiny balls at me?" - laughed Brent when he saw Andy trotting his way to the ring, although he secretly thought to himself that the wolf looked rather sexy and pretty well endowed for his species. "They won't seem so tiny when you are down on your knees, cocksucker." Brent smirked and took his mouth piece. "Enough chit chat, get your skinny ass here. We got pending business to take care of." They met each other at the center of the ring, exchanging intimidating looks and unfriendly, colorful smiles, black for the stallion and red for the wolf due to their protectors. They were nearly the same height, the stallion being only a couple inches taller, but despite Andy's well toned and muscular body, Brent was rather thicker and more bulky, looking like a small tank all by himself. Andy was the one to bring his gloves up in front of his lower chest and Brent the one to respond with an aggressive smack-down with his own black ones, but to his surprise the wolf's paws didn't move an inch. "No rounds... no time." - mumbled Andy thought his mouth piece just before he pushed the stallion back with both arms. The fight was on. While Andy's style was a light-dancing-around/loose one with a lot of arms and legs movement, Brent's style was calmed and centered, with very little feet movement at all. During the first couple minutes they did noting more than test each other with a couple jabs and fakes, getting used to each others movements and "tells". By the time Andy was breaking his first sweat from all the moving around, Brent took a quick step forward, much more faster than anything the wolf could have expected from the stallion, and landed a solid left hander on his left cheek, making him trip sideways to recover his balance. The stallion charged at him again, launching two more hits towards his face which he properly blocked as he stepped to the side and away from the corner, finally being able to catch his breath once he was at least two bodies away from the stallion. Immediately his brain told him that there was no way he could stay prancing around without attacking, waiting for the stallion to try delivering another powerful punch like the one he had just surprised him with. With that in mind the golden wolf took a couple quick steps and, after evading another left hander to the face, he unleashed a triple combo of jabs that hammered into Brent's ribs before he could drop his arms to protect himself. "Not bad, pup." - said the stallion, his gaze flowing his dancing-rival from side to side as he waited for his next move. "That was only the beginning." - Andy assured him as he faked a jab to the side and went for a straight right hander to the nose. "Cocky!" - moaned the stallion, reading every movement of the wolf's body to lean his upper body backwards, cutting the assault of his rival short, and receive him with a well placed uppercut to the bottom of the chin. Andy whimpered as his whole world got shoved upwards. He felt his foot paws lose contact with the ground and his back slam down hard on the cushioned soil of the ring. "... good for nothing..." - said a distorted, low voice in Andy's head. When he finally opened his eyes and managed to regain focus he saw Brent leaning back on the ropes, staring down at it. "You are even worse than your bear friend. Come on! Get the fuck up, I'm not done with you yet, faggot." Andy rolled onto his belly and spat the protector off along with a mouthful of blood. He had never felt so humiliated and pissed off in his entire life. Every muscle in his body burned with hatred for that stallion. Still, another emotion also surged through his system, one he wasn't used to experiencing: fear. After slamming a fist on the ground he pushed himself up to his feet and charged at the stallion with a mad-scientist look on his face. Learning from his prior mistake he faked a punch and then faked a second one, assuming Brent would try to counter him, which he did. Using his left paw to deflect a sideways jab to his chin, he took a quick step to the side and slammed his right fist to his opponent's right cheek. Not giving him time recuperate he jabbed his belly four times on a row, forcing the stallion to contract his abs in order to resist his enraged attack. Much to his surprised Brent found himself against the corner, covering his face and lower body as best as he could from the storm of punches coming from Andy. Each time he tried to counter, he ended up taking a well-placed jab or full-on swing to whatever part he left unprotected. Finding himself out of options the stud did the only thing left for him to do, throw himself at the wolf and hug him at the expense of two short, and luckily for him not so powerful, punches straight to the nose. Half blinded by the water in his eyes, he hugged himself to the wolf for dear life. By now they were both sweating in the way of their individual species. The wolf having his long, golden fur matted and stuck together, dripping some thick sweat drops in various spots. On the other hand the stallion had patches of foamy sweat formed all across his massive chest, abs and back aside from a constant drip on his chin. Andy struggled from side to side, even head-butting his opponent on the side of his brown head in his rage-induced psychosis. He could feel the heaving chest of the stallion pressed against his own. The smell of the horse was overwhelming, filling each of the deep breaths he took through his nose and maw with its strong odor. He could also feel the large sheath of the stallion pressed against his own as their legs mingled and danced together while they struggled to break free from each other. When they finally disengaged, Andy managed to slide-in a quick punch to the stallion's chin that sent him tripping backwards all the way to the other side of the ring and onto the ropes. The following five minutes went on with several punch-exchanges between the wolf and the stallion, neither one actually managing to land a significant blow, but both of them inflicting mostly body damage on each other. The suggestion of having a small break came from Andy after a third hug in a row. He had never gone 10 minutes of boxing without any type of rest, and his feet sure were feeling the effect. They felt heavy and numb, and his lungs stung with every breath he took. Since Brent wasn't doing any better than his rival, he agreed to the suggestion and they both retreated to their respective corners, leaning backwards against them, never taking their eyes away from each other. "This is fucking crazy." - said Teo from the roof of the building. Instead of leaving like he said he would, the lion had decided to stay and watch-over the fight just in case his hot-headed friend or the new stallion, who he didn't trust at all, decided to take things beyond the safety line. That was why he had climbed the fire stairs and had been watching the match through the skylight at the center of the gym, not exactly at the very top of their ring but he could still see the action going on in it. "Ok, I'm ready." - said Brent after nearly two minutes of rest. By that time he had also lost his mouth piece and the only piece of clothing he wore, meaning his tight long sleeves-jockeys, were completely drench in sweat. The fabric, which looked like a mix of wool and silk, stuck to his body, clearly outlining his massive sheath and set of equine testicles. "So am I, bitch!" - replied Andy in between pants. His crotch equally drenched in sweat as well as his whole body. "Lose the gloves!" - ordered the stallion before biting into the laces on them and undoing them. "What the fuck are you doing, man?" "Look, you need to look pass your own cocky snout and admit that we are both good and that this is going to go on and on unless we take this gloves off and go at it for real." "You are not as good as me and you are getting scared." "Yeah, I'm so scared that I am willing to go fists at you. Come on, bare them or get the fuck off this ring!" Andy analyzed his options: a bloody fist fight or walking out a coward. The decision couldn't be easier. He quickly undid his gloves and tossed them out of the ring. "You're on!" "Whoo, whoo, whoow. What the fuck?" - gasped the lion when he saw both fighters step to the middle of the ring bare-knuckled. Part of him told him he should put an end to this madness, but a more morbid part of him demanded he stay put and watch. He did the latter, eager to see who will end up standing victoriously in the end. Boxing without gloves felt weird to Andy. He wasn't used to seeing his bare paws before his eyes but in no time he found himself exchanging punches with the stallion once more. A vicious smile formed on his snout when his knuckles, both right and left, found the ribs and abs of the equine more than two times each before it was smacked out of his muzzle by a hard hit that cut his left cheek and sent him down on one knee. The wolf was about to stand up when Brent landed another punch on the back of his skull, this one making his vision blurry and slamming him down on the ring. Then he felt himself being picked up by the scruff, and just as the stallion was about to bring his fist right to his face, instinct made him react and land an uppercut to his left thigh. This made the stallion grunt-out in pain and backtrack a couple steps, letting go of the wolf. Andy had always been one of those furs that recognized an opportunity when he saw one, he didn't miss this one. He felt the solid abs of the stallion against his shoulder as he charged at him, pushing him back against the ropes. His next move was a quick jump that sent his head crashing against the horse's chin, followed by two quick jabs to the face, one right and one left. Brent felt a gush of blood shoot inside his maw right after the head butt. Luckily for him, Andy didn't know he had been in a hell of a lot street fights. Getting his snout punched from side to side wasn't an usual feeling for him and certainly not one that would impede him from defending himself. He quickly brought his left knee to the ribs of the wolf, making him whine and arch his body sideways. In no time he pushed himself off the ropes and knelt on one knee as he punched Andy right in the gut. Just as his opponent puffed his air out, he stood stepping towards him and got him twice on the tip of the snout. That was the moment when Andy's arrogance cost him the fight. He could have, he should have, gone down and started over again. Instead he forced himself to stay on his feet even as he was about to go over his back. During the small fraction of a second that existed between the moment he saw Brent's fist flying towards his face and the moment it slammed down on him with the strength of a freight train, he thought to himself that maybe if he hadn't been so cocky, he could have gone down temporarily instead of down for good. Now he would never know. By the time he opened his eyes he found Brent kneeling at his side, slapping him gently on the cheek, which was really the only reason Teo never left his vigilant spot at the roof of the building: the stallion seemed to have good intentions after all. "Can you walk?" - asked the stallion once he got Andy to sit down. "... think so..." - mumbled in response. His once handsome, golden snout was now a mess of spit, fresh and dried out blood and his right eye was half closed. "Come on, put an arm behind my shoulder, wolf." With a few difficulties and very slowly, Brent helped Andy make it all the way to the locker rooms where he sat him down on one of the benches, leaving him there for a second before coming back with a towel drenched with hot water. "Clean your face, man. I'll get you some disinfectant for that cut and an ice bag." "Th... thanks." - whispered the wolf, his snout hurting just from talking. "No sweat." "Brent...?" The stallion stopped and turned his head towards Andy. "Can you get my painkillers?... in my gym bag." "Yeah, sure, just stay put." Andy nodded and laid down on the bench. Through closed eyes he could see his boxing career flushing down the toilet. It was all over. Not only had he lost the fight but he had gotten his ass kicked in the whole extension of the word. He had been carried out of the ring by his opponent. A fighter could not fall deeper into the abyss! His whole dream of becoming a world champion had been ripped right out of his paws by this stallion. The same stallion who had showed him he wasn't as strong nor as good as he always thought he was. He quietly sighted and wished he had died in that ring, for the thing he feared most in the world had just happened to him: failure. With a bottle of disinfectant in one paw Brent searched through Andy's gym bag. "Well, I'll be damned! Frisky wolf has some things to hide after all." - he said to himself chuckling, a sexy smirk forming on his face as he found a red, equine like dildo wrapped inside a leather jacket along with a bottle of flavored lubricant. "No wonder you got a hardon when you saw me naked." - added laughing to himself, endless possibilities forming in his equine brain. "Well here are you pills!" - said Brent as he set them along with the bottle of medicine on the wolf's belly. "You ok?" - he added as he saw Andy sit up and take both bottles but do nothing more than stare at them. "Like you care!" - snarled the wolf through bared fangs, his gaze hidden in shame. Brent sat next to him and earned an unfriendly growl. "Hey, take it easy. If it weren't for me you would still be bleeding in that ring." "Well, I didn't ask for your help!" "Jesus, what is it with you? Is your head so far up your own ass you can't see I'm trying to be nice?" Andy was about to scream another insult at him but stopped himself, instead he only dropped his head and stared at his bare feet. "Sorry... it's just that I've never been so humiliated in my life." - he added after a while, his voice loaded with shame. "You mean the fight?" Andy only nodded in reply, ears pressed down to his head, not daring to meet the stallion's gaze. "It was only that, a fight." "To you maybe, you didn't lose." "I've lost more fights than one, wolf." - confessed the stallion. Andy directed him one of those, SERIOSULY?, looks. "Yeah, sure. The first one is always hard, much like everything in life. But it teaches us a valuable lesson, especially as fighters." "And what is that?" - he asked shyly, looking at the stallions chest. "That we can pick ourselves up and improve." The wolf nodded in response. "34-0 right?" Again the wolf nodded, this time with a deep sigh. "That means that you were afraid of losing for 34 fights in a row." He placed a paw on his left shoulder and leaned down to stare at his eyes, they were a little watery. "Honestly, do you still feel it? That fear of losing?" Andy searched his feelings and discovered the stallion was right. That awful feeling of always living in perfection was gone. ".... no." "That's how I felt when I was knocked down for the first time, after the anger and depression passed, of course." He chuckled and shook the wolf slightly, trying to cheer him up. "Ever since that moment, I became a much better fighter. I didn't have anything to hold me back anymore." Andy looked at the horse and smiled, putting a paw on his left knee. "Thanks... Brent." The horse smiled back and winked at him. "No problem. Hey, you know what?" He held out his paw, his knuckles were still stained with Andy's blood. "I'm Brent Hart, pleased to meet you." The wolf laughed a little, a laugh that turned into a painful whimper due to the extent of his injuries. "Aww... shit. You have one hell of a left hook, Brent. My ribs are killing me, not to mention my snout." "Sorry about that. If it's any consolation to you, you are the toughest rival I have ever fought against." "Yeah... it is some consolation actually." - chuckled with a smile that seemed to brighten his face despite the bloody marks on it. After a couple seconds in which they only chuckled and smiled at each other, Andy decided it was time to hit the showers if he was ever going to leave the gym that night. Problem was that when he tried to stand up he ended up back on his ass over the bench and complaining. "You ok?" - asked the stallion a little concerned that maybe some of his punches might have snapped one of the wolf's ribs or something. "Yeah, yeah. I just need a shower, that's all. I'll be fine." "Are you sure? I could drive you to the hospital." "And make this more humiliating for me? Hell no!" Brent laughed a little and apologized for it. "Ok, let me help you over to the showers at least." "I'm ok, seriously. You can go home." "You can't even stand up, Andy." "Yes..." "Look, we just talked about this. Asking for help is ok. No one will think less of you nor think you are wuss. You earned my respect tonight with that fight, I won't tell anyone I helped you." "No one?" "No one, I swear." "Ok." Reluctantly Andy let Brent half-hug him at the waist while he placed an arm around his neck and limped his way to showers, the pain on his ribs slowly fading the more he moved. "Ok, lean here for a second. I'm going to get the water running." Andy did just that, resting his side on the white tiles of the shower area while his eyes followed the stallion, especially his firm, bubble rump. It was almost as if the stud were naked. He could see every shape and curve on the stallion's rump, even the separation of both cheeks since a good deal of the boxer's fabric was stuffed in between them. NOT AGAIN, he thought to himself, whimpering as he felt his sheath slightly bulging up at the dirty thoughts he was having. "All set!" - said the stallion, bringing Andy out of the absent state of mind he was on. "Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" - exclaimed the wolf a little alarmed when Brent slid two fingers between his hips and the jockey's band. "I'm taking these off, unless you plan on going into the shower with them on." - joked Brent as he pulled said clothing half way down. "Whoo, whoo... maybe I am." - cried Andy in response, holding the crotch pouch on with both paws. "Look, that thing hardly covers anything at all. And if you are worried about me finding out your sheath is a little filled up, don't be, 'cause it shows through the fabric." - explained the stallion, nodding his head down to point at the clearly outlined and thickened wolf sheath. "I..." - Andy stuttered, looking off to the side. "No need for explanations, Andy. Now, get your paws out of the way." - ordered him in a very dominant fashion, his brown eyes piercing into the wolf's clear ones. Andy's paws reluctantly dropped to the sides before moving to support him against the wall while Brent kneeled down and slid both paws on either sides of the waistband of the wolf's clothing, pulling it all the way down without much trouble all. As soon as the pouch was removed and the swollen sheath of the wolf was freed, a strong, musky male scent hit the stallion hard. Brent flared his nostrils wide as he inhaled the powerful odor of the naked wolf and found himself struggling to hold-in a pleasure-induced moan. "Alright, up!" - ordered the stallion once the piece of clothing was down to the wolf's ankles. He felt Andy's paws grip his shoulders tight as he carefully removed the sweaty jockeys, one foot paw at a time to avoid the risk of tripping his hurt, new friend. While he did this, he carefully stole a fairly prudent look at Andy's maleness and discovered that the wolf's balls were nothing short of impressive. Not only were they rather large for his size but they hung low! Really low! At least a good six inches from the base of his sheath, giving them an oval shape more than a round one. They were covered with short, fine golden fur that spread upwards to the bulged up sheath, which, aside from smelling sweaty and musky, also emanated the scent of an aroused wolf. If he had had more time to spend staring at the sexy crotch before his snout he would have discovered that a little more than an inch of reddish wolfhood was already sticking out the golden sheath. After he was done helping Andy take off his trousers, he stood up again and told him he was going back to the locker area to clean himself up a little and that he would gladly place his dirty underwear in his gym bag for him. Andy thanked him for his help and eased his way into the warm shower, hearing the words, IF YOU NEED ANYTHING JUST HOWL, before he felt the much welcomed water hit his stained and matted up fur. It had been three or four minutes since he had stepped into the shower when he began to wonder what had happened with the stallion. He hadn't heard a single sound come from the locker area so he quickly finished cleaning his snout and chest, completely removing all the blood without any soap or shampoo just to get it out of the way, and stepped out of the shower, leaving the water running while he quietly made his way to the lockers. He was about to give away his presence when he heard water running. Deciding to remain undetected for the time being, he peaked around the corner, leaving his body well hidden behind it, and found Brent leaning on top of the sink while he worked to remove all the Vaseline from his face, and by the looks of it he was nearly done. The next move of the stallion, closely watched by Andy, was to check his ribs and chest for bruises. Once he was satisfied with his thorough examination, he turned in Andy's direction and placed a hoof on one of the benches to massage his calf which ached a little. Holding that position he slid his boxers off the raised leg first, letting them fall all the way down to his left ankle. Andy couldn't help but gasp at the price-winning maleness the stallion carried between his powerful legs. He had been impressed before, when he stole a glimpse at it. But now that he had a direct view of it he couldn't believe how lucky the stallion was, and also himself for being able to see his private areas. He found himself stupefied by the equine. He simply couldn't look away. His eyes were captivated by the pair of round, dark-brown testicles. He had been right the first time around, they were as big, if not bigger, than grapefruits and hung almost as low as his own set, which needless to say was a LOT for an equine. But what caused his heart rate to rise to dangerous levels was the sight of Brent's incredibly gorgeous horse sheath. Much like his dangling testicles the sheath was covered with dark, short fur that had a leathery looking quality, at least from a distance. It was easily as thick as his forearm and at least six inches long, which meant by all standards that it should contain a pretty thick shaft of at least nine inches long. The pure thought of it sent a jolt of lust down his own crotch, bringing his hidden red member to life. As he saw Brent change hooves on the bench and work his other calf with both paws, he slowly slid his own paw down his muscular body and wrapped it around his throbbing sheath to squeeze and tease his growing wolfhood. His snout parted and his tongue slid out to the side to hang there in response to the first stroke he gave himself, exposing at least three inches of his nearly fully-hard member. Then, out of the blue, Brent placed both hooves on the ground and stood still, starting down his own crotch. He took his heavy orbs in his paws and began massaging them in an examinatory way, as if looking for something. This continued for a couple seconds before he moved on to his sheath, poking here and there as he snorted and huffed loudly. By that time, Andy had pushed his furry sheath down to the very base of his reddish, human-like member and was firmly stroking his erection, panting a little as he slid his precum-covered paw up and down the entire length of his lust. His pawing motions only increased in speed and pressure, especially around his cockhead, when Brent pulled his brown sheath back a little and slowly let five inches of his equine cock slide out. At the sight of the magnificent pitch-black horsehood that snaked out of the thick sheath, Andy bit his lips and licked them without even noticing. Brent wasn't even hard yet and his cock already looked at least six inches long as it flopped down, completely limp, between his manly paws; the monster cock of the equine only an inch shorter than the rock-hard wolfhood he was rapidly stroking while he panted lustfully. After a couple minutes in which he kept examining his black, glistening cock, especially the thick head of it and its cumhole, Brent let it drop down before him, its dark cockhead hanging lower than his brown testicles. Andy looked-on in total astonishment how Brent's member swung from side to side as he walked back to the sinks, even being able to see the mushroom shaped head of his horsehood swing out rhythmically to each side as he turned his back to him. Once over at the sinks Brent started the water and bent down, nearly sticking his snout into the "bowl" to wash his face thoroughly with both paws. Andy's view of the equine's ass could not have been better. For a couple seconds he wished to god for the long, chestnut tail to swing out of the way, and to his surprise it did some seconds later. With a clear view of the stallion's pink rosebud and the sensual line encapsulated between his firm and prominent rump cheeks, Andy increased his pawing speed until his paw turned into a golden blur. He could feel his climax begin to build deep down within his loose balls, which were now bouncing back and forth due to his strong and fast stroking and the slight thrusting he had just started doing. Now, for some obscure reason Andy ignored, Brent spread his legs wide apart, giving him a clear view of his dangling testicles and beyond that of the black underside of his stallionhood and slightly flared-up cockhead. Andy bit his own lips as he nearly blew his load right there, instead he only shot five wads of precum at least four feet in front of him. He could feel his balls pressed tightly to his crotch and his cock throbbing nonstop; he wasn't going to be able to hold back his climax much longer and he knew. Just when the wolf was about to give his hardon a rest, Brent shook a wet paw to the side, eliminating the excess water, and slowly started rubbing his anus with three fingers. Caressing it in a way Andy found incredibly arousing, but other than that totally useless. As his paw slid one more time over his painfully hard penis, Andy decided he couldn't take it anymore. Staring at such a "dream" of a male working his tailhole, while he could also see his gorgeous balls and cock dangling underneath him, was just too much for the young wolf to take. In no time he found himself twisting his paw around his throbbing, wet hardon while he jerked it and thrusted into his paw. As he felt the rush of indescribable pleasure only an orgasm can bring to someone, he let out a soft, muffled down whimper as a thick wad of white, thick wolf semen spurted from his cumhole to splatter down on the floor a couple feet from him. Lost in the bliss of his climax he pawed faster and bucked harder, blowing load after load of sperm across the locker room floor, completely forgetting all about the several different aching parts of his bruised-up body. Once he was done cumming he leaned his back against the wall, hiding behind the corner to sigh loudly. He couldn't move at all. His legs were shivering a little and one of his paws was completely drenched with cum. It was THEN that the second thing he feared the most in his life also happened to him that very same night. "Enjoyed the show?" - exclaimed Brent as he appeared from the corner right in front of Andy's face, making the wolf jump and scream in surprise. "Sure looks that way, pup. You just sprayed the whole floor with at least a good quarter-liter of cum." - he added with a couple chuckles in between. Andy's face reddened underneath all his fur while he wished for the earth to just open up and swallow him forever. "You mean... you knew I was watching you?" - he asked, shuffling one of his feet nervously from side to side as he kept his stare on the ground. The stallion laughed again and patted him on the shoulder. "Of course I did! At first I didn't hear ya but it didn't take me long to smell you." To this Andy shook his head in shame while he struggled to sheath his still semihard member. "Don't feel bad, Andy. It's not you. Any horse can smell an aroused wolf a mile away. I mean, lets face it, your species doesn't particularly have a mild, discrete odor to your shafts and balls when horny." Andy managed to laugh a little and made a move towards one of the benches, but the stallion cut him off by placing a paw on the wall and leaning against it. "Where do you think you are going, pup?" - asked Brent with a sexy smirk on his brown snout. "No, no, no." - he added, responding to Andy's unspoken request for a clear path over to the benches, shaking his head from side to side, making his straight mane fly onto his face and cover one of his dark-green eyes. "You are going back to the showers..." He placed his strong arm over the wolf's shoulders, half hugging him against his own sweaty body by the neck. "... with me." As he said this he poked his ribs carefully, knowing well that this would hurt Andy but not much. Indeed, Andy complained a little, coughing even. "Look Brent I don't..." His sentence was cut in half by a strong push that sent his back slamming against the cold tile-wall. "What the...?" "Shut up, fag!" - snorted the stallion, stealing the words from the wolf's lips. He seemed angry, but not in an I AM ABOUT TO BEAT YOU TO DEATH fashion, which was something that confused Andy. "Brent I don't want to go." - he added, mimicking the wolf's voice in a girly way. "Bullshit, who you trying to fool? You love cock, bitch. So don't try to deny it!" "Hey!" - growled Andy, trying to push away the paw that had come to grab him by the throat, not strangling him but merely holding him in place. "I said shut the fuck up, cocksucker." Andy did exactly that, staring at him through wide open and somewhat fearful blue eyes. "Now..." He hugged Andy again, same fashion. "... you and I are going over to the shower and you are going to get down on your knees and worship my cock and balls and, maybe, just maybe, if you do a good job I will grant you permission to suck it." He kept quiet while they slowly walked over to the shower cubicle. This time Andy didn't complain nor tried to break free. Instead he only walked along with the stallion; his ears pinned down in shame to his furry, golden head. Shame because, despite recently cumming, he could feel his shaft hardening again inside his sheath, something that didn't escape Brent's notice. "Like that, bitch? The idea of sucking a real cock? A stallion's cock?" Andy did nothing more than whimper, but he could no longer hide the fact he was already turned on. The red tip of his cockhead already poked out of his creamy, white sheath and his musky scent was turning stronger by the second. "Do you... slut?!" - he asked again, shaking Andy a little as he tightened the lock around his neck." "Yes..." - whispered the golden wolf along with a quiet whimper. "That's what I like to hear from my mares... in this case, my new horny bitch." He trailed two fingers from Andy's chest down to his belly, where he stroked his fur for a few seconds, and then down to his crotch, firmly gripping it with his warm paw, drawing a long, quiet moan of pleasure from the wolf's lips. "Already hard? Since you love cock THAT much, bitch, I'll do you a favor. If you do a good job on my stallionhood, I'll consider fucking your slutty ass." As he heard this Andy felt his cock throb hard and squirt a wad of warm precum out its sheath that oozed onto Brent's teasing paw. "Thank you... sir." He had no idea why he had just whispered that while he had been staring down at the floor, the words were already out of his lips before his brain could process them. "Get in." - ordered the stallion once they made it to the shower cubicle, which was rather steamy since Andy had left the hot water running at a very comfortable temperature. Andy obeyed and limped under the shower. The water felt great against his fur and skin, taking away some of the pain that haunted him. NOW TURN AROUND, he heard Brent say. When he did this he found the stallion standing still a couple feet away, looking at him. "Look all you want, bitch. This is what you wanted, to see the stallion that knocked you down, buck-naked and exposed. So, go on! Stare at what a real male looks like." All the while he had his arms raised to the sides, legs spread wide apart and chin high, forming a star shape with his impressive body while staring at the wolf with a cocky, content look on his handsome and masculine face. Andy did as he was told and raised his gaze to look at the strong stallion. His jaw dropped a couple of inches in amazement. Despite the fact he could clearly see Brent's ripped chest, defined abs and muscular arms, covered with thick, bulged up veins along them, he could not bring himself to move his clear eyes away from the magnificent crotch of the brown horse. He had slept with horses before, but at the moment he couldn't remember a better looking one than Brent. And not only was he more handsome and sexy but the entire package between his powerful legs was definitely the best one he had ever laid eyes-on, this time he was sure beyond any doubt. The beauty of the stallion before him made Andy lick his lips unconsciously before beginning to pant a little, emitting soft whimpers of excitement as he stared at Brent's heavy set of dark-brown testicles hanging low between his strong and defined legs. In front of the colossal orbs he could see his very limp, although seriously long and thick, equine member hanging freely. Even with Brent not being hard, Andy could make out the outlined veins that covered and ran along the entire length of the gorgeous, black shaft. Without any warning Brent took a couple steps towards the wolf, his impressive horsehood snaking from side to side as he moved, making sure every single muscle in his body was tensed and showing. He gripped the knelt-down lupine by the scruff and made him look upwards into his greenish eyes. "Aroused? Aren't you, bitch?" "Yes, Sir." This time Andy's voice wasn't a whimper nor a moan but an assertive affirmation of his state. He made no attempt to hide his reddish cockhead, which was now fully sticking out his sheath due to the raging boner he was sporting. Without moving his blue eyes from Brent's he reached with both paws for the horse's hips but stopped himself before touching his short fur. "May I, Sir?" "And why should I let you, slut? Convince me." - replied the equine, giving a teasing wave of his hips that made both his dangling, pitch-black member and hung balls swing back and forth right before Andy's gasping, golden snout. After giving the question some consideration, Andy pinned his grey tipped ears back against his furry skull and made the best "sluttily"-pleading smirk he could muster. "I need to touch your hot, sensual body, Sir. I can't resist how gorgeous you are." Brent kept quiet, urging him to continue with his silence. "Please, Sir, I am your bitch... your mare if you please. Even your slave. And as such... I yearn to touch your huge, beautiful balls and to stroke your magnificent shaft, Sir." Brent smiled wide, his twitching horsehood indicating how pleased he was with what he was hearing. "I will let you, slave. But not until I'm clean." This wasn't by any sorts an excuse, his fur coat was indeed still covered with a thin layer of sweat, especially his arm pits, crotch, rump, and center of his chest. "Come into the water with me and let your bitch take care of that, Sir?" The stallion shook his head, only replying: "Bathe me with your tongue, slave." Without any hesitation, Andy helped himself to his feet, which was only an inch or two shorter than the stallion, and buried his snout on Brent's sweaty brown chest. Being a wolf he had an excellent sense of smell, which meant he could smell, with luxurious detail, the sweat that covered his new master's body. The scent was musky and masculine, so strong it made his nose wrinkle a little and his nostrils flare wide. Knowing what was expected of him, he parted his jaws and slowly pressed his tongue to the fine fur that covered the muscular chest of the equine. Brent nickered, pleased as he felt the wolf lapping at the place where his massive pectorals parted in two. Soon enough the smooth, slick tongue moved over to one of his nipples, covering it with the warmness of the lupine's saliva. As he worked one nipple at a time, not forgetting to lick across the stallion's chest when he jumped from one to the other, Andy began to feel a strong stiffness pressing against his right leg. Knowing fully well his attention was arousing the horse, he worked his nipples harder, even biting them gently with the tips of his fangs and tugging them back while he stroked his sides and abs in order to comb his messed-up, brown fur coat. "Work on my armpits, pup. Make sure to lick all the sweat off." - ordered the stallion as he raised his left arm over his head. Andy could see the bulged up biceps of his former-rival perfectly formed just above a tangled up section of longer dark-brown fur, covered with a slightly visible layer of foamy-sweat, that was his armpit. This time the wolf did hesitate a little but eventually found the courage to shut his eyes and firmly press his snout into the messy armpit. At first he felt disgusted by the sticky, gooey sensation the sweat brought to his nose and snout, but soon the disgust began to fade, being replaced by something he never expected: arousal. He couldn't believe what he was doing nor feeling. The puncturing, acrid smell of the musky sweat was actually making his cock ache, begging for attention. And it only got worse after he trailed his tongue over the wet armpit. He heard Brent snort as he squirted the stallion's leg with wolf precum, but he didn't care; he was far too aroused to care at all, so he just kept on sucking the sticky fur and lapping harder and harder at the stallion's armpit until all the sweat was gone. Then he moved to his other armpit and repeated the process, treasuring the bitter taste and musky scent of Brent's sweat. "Alright, down, pup, down!" As he said this Brent pushed Andy down to his knees with both paws, ordering him to stay put with a paw command. Once sure the wolf wouldn't move, he turned and placed both paws against the tile-wall of the shower cubicle, still no where near the flowing water, and leaned onto it. Andy heard the words: START EATING MY ASS, SLUT, as soon as the nearly black, long, straight tail of the stallion swished to the side, revealing a pinkish, fleshy anus between two very prominent brown rump cheeks. With some problems he crept his way over to the stallion and used both paws to part his butt cheeks before pressing his nostrils to the warm tailhole and taking in a deep sniff that filled his mind with the arousing scent of the stallion once more. This scent he had smelled many times before, but somehow Brent's smelled sweeter than the others, carrying his own pleasing fragrance that made his cock shoot out another strand of precum. Without wasting any time for words, Andy started rubbing his lips on Brent's asshole at first and then gave it a couple teasing licks before finally parting the warm pucker with his slick tongue to slowly slide it into the hot love-canal of the horse. While he did this, Brent ordered him to work his dangling testicles with his paws while continuing to rim his sweaty shithole, a command Andy quickly obeyed like the ones before. It didn't take Andy long to clean the tailhole of the equine and the surrounding areas of his firm rump. Needless to say so much attention to his anus, plus the fondling and tickling on his orbs, had gotten Brent deeply aroused and his once soft member was now fully hard, firmly pressed against his furry belly and dripping a steady line of clear equine precum. "Tell me what you want, little whore?" - he asked Andy as he turned to face him, both paws on the wolf's shoulders to keep him from jumping onto his raging hardon, something which by the way he tried to do three times in a row while he whimpered. "Please let me suck your cock, Sir. Please! I must have your delicious hardon throbbing in my snout. I wanna taste and drink your precum... savor your thick sperm as you cum into my maw." "I won't cum into your maw, slut, cause I'm going to ride your ass like that of a mare in heat." Brent's voice was low, with a slight growl that made Andy's fur raise on the back of his neck. "Yes, Sir. Please fuck me like a mare. Breed me. Fill me your hot sperm. I'm yours..." Brent couldn't take the skillful begging of the wolf a second longer. He firmly gripped both of his ears and pulled hard on them, pushing at least five inches of his gigantic eleven inches of throbbing, glistening blackness. Andy felt the mushroom-like head of the stallion being forced nearly down his throat and he was in heaven. Rapidly he locked his lips around the thick pole and began to suck on it, stroking what was inside of his snout with his warm tongue and what he couldn't suck with both paws. The stallion neighed in pleasure, his tongue hanging a little to the side of his snout as he panted deeply, slowly beginning to rock his strong hips back and forth to meet the jerking motions of Andy's paws. Between the vapor in the shower and the effort and excitement of muzzle-fucking Andy, Brent found himself right back where he had started; only that this time he didn't plan on ordering the wolf to lick his body clean of sweat, this time he planned on fucking him. Keeping his stallionhood buried in the wolf's snout, Brent walked himself, and therefore Andy as well, under the cascading water. He sighed with relief as the warm water caressed every inch of his body, renewing his strength. "Get up!" - he growled eagerly, Andy obeyed. "Now lean against that wall, bitch. You are about to feel what a real cock feels like up your shithole." Andy's face brightened-up at this words and he quickly jumped to his feet, the pain of his fighting injuries long forgotten or buried by his growing lust. "Fuck yes, Sir. Ride my ass. I'm yours. I'm your bitch, your mare, your whore!" He placed both paws onto the tile, much like Brent did before, and raised his golden tail until only the white bottom was shown to the stallion along with his waiting tailhole, which he winked a couple of times to tease the horse. The wolf felt, even under the flowing water, the warmness of Brent's body as the stallion pressed his ripped chest against his golden back, just like he felt the strong puffs of hot air that were being blown to the back of his head through flared nostrils. "Oh god, take me, Sir. Fuck me!" - begged the wolf in between moans as he felt the stiff member of the horse rubbing between his ass cheeks and finally pressing against his hungry asshole. "Ugh... nnnm.. fuck...!" - growled Andy, slamming a fist against the wall as he felt his tight anus being torn apart by the monstrous hardon of the stallion without any mercy. His complaining continued as Brent forced his tremendous cock, inch after inch, into his body without stopping or backing out at all. "Mmppth... yeah... how does that.. ugh... feel, bitch? Uh? Does it make you hard to be.. fucked like a mare?" As he gasped these words out he slid a paw down Andy's chest and belly and over to his crotch. After cupping his soft balls he moved his paw over to his sheath and roughly pulled it down, exposing his red, throbbing hardon, which he quickly gripped with his paw and began pumping just as he eased his own cock nearly all the way out of Andy's hot shithole and rammed it back all the way in; causing his heavy, brown balls to slam against the golden rump cheeks of the wolf. "Ugh! Great, Master.. shit!... incredible..." - he moaned over and over, raising himself to his tip-toes each time the horse hilted himself deep within him; stabbing his prostate with his wide cockhead and forcing his throbbing cock to splash thick wads of precum onto the wall with his strong, steady pawing. For over five more minutes Brent kept thrusting his strong hips against the firm rump of Andy, pushing himself up and down with his muscular legs to pound the gasping wolf harder and faster. As he pistoned his entire eleven inches of horse meat in and out of the now loosened-up lupine anus, he felt his balls begin to tighten against his sheath base and his wide cockhead flare even bigger deep inside Andy's rectum, signaling his closing climax. It was the flaring of the equine's member against his prostate, along with the vigorous stroking on his cock, which sent Andy over the edge. Tilting his head back against the panting snout of the stallion, Andy let out a near deafening roar of pleasure and lust as he felt his member throb hard and exploded a huge wad of thick wolf sperm onto the wall. "Aahhh... fuck yeah... fuck yeah... ugh... fuck the shit out of me, Master... ride me harder..." - he kept on begging as his climax grew more intense. Brent's eyes clamped shut as he felt Andy's anus clamp-down hard around his hardon, rhythmically milking his throbbing black member as the lupine cock of his bitch spurted strand after strand of wolf semen all over the wall, floor and onto his still stroking paw. "You... will... always be... my... mare... Andy." These words came slowly, lustful whispers in between powerful thrusts that made Andy's fur stand up. Just as he called his name, Brent brought his blunt teeth over to the wolf's neck and gave him a hard mating bite. His wide, creamy-white nostrils flared wider, puffing a strong puff of air just as his horsehood started shooting thick wads of horse semen deep into Andy, something that only pushed him to fuck the wolf harder and faster, slamming his testicles against his anus opening until he drained all their contents into the wolf. During the following moments none dared to move. They only stayed there, next to each other, panting the pleasure of their intense climaxes away. Brent was the first one to move after a while, and this he did by releasing Andy from his bite and gently petting his head and ears. "You are one hot fuck, wolf." - admitted the stallion as he slowly let his softening member slide out of Andy's anus, followed by a cascade of messy cum that splattered on the floor of the shower cubicle. "You're the one who's great, Brent." - panted the wolf, staying as he was; leaning with both paws on the wall, his forehead now pressed against it also as he felt a viscous river of equine semen running out his shithole. "I hadn't been fucked like that in a long time." Brent grabbed him by the shoulder and roughly turned him around. "I would love a rematch tomorrow night, you sexy bitch." - added the stallion, hugging Andy by the hips and pulling him close until both their soft, but still unsheathed, members were pressed against each other. "I would love that, my big stallion. I would love that very much." He nuzzled the horse's snout and licked his lips, murring softly. "Son of a bitch!" - whispered Teo through shut lips as he stared, from behind a corner, at the couple kissing passionately while they stroked each others back and sides. With his right paw he idly kept stroking his spent, semihard, cum covered, seven inch feline member for a while before deciding to leave them to their business and go home before getting caught. Once he reached the same window he had intentionally left unlocked, and through which he had reentered the gym to make sure Brent helped Andy after the fight, he turned and looked back towards the locker rooms. "No one can knock me down." - he said copying Andy's tone of voice. He chuckled and shook his head. "If you had been a female, Andy boy, he would have even knocked you up." This said, he climbed out the window and started the long walk home, barely able to contain the excitement of facing Andy the following day. * * * A little "special thanks" to Kalreborn. A good friend who helped me review my spelling and general grammar before posting the story. Probably without his help many of you would still be trying to wonder just-what-fuck I tried to say in more than one line. If you need to reach me my email is [email protected] I will gladly read any type of critic. If you are interested in chatting about this story just add me to your yahoo instant messenger or look me up on mIRC under the nick "Frisky_Stallion" (I usually hang around in the horseyiff and maleyiff channels). If you have any grammatical or spelling corrections, please let me know. I can always edit the story and make it better for future readers.