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It was late into the night in front of the boxing hall. Unusually for this hour, the building was lit up, albeit faintly. Craig the brown, white-blotched horse stood at its entrance, considering what he was getting himself into, a flickering street light the only companion to his thoughts.

The previous day, a grey donkey named Robert had given him a certain proposition. Over the past week, the donkey noticed the other equine's tendencies towards staring at other males in the showers, resulting in a not so discrete semi-erect member. Robert figured Craig would be an ideal candidate for a special sort of sparring match, and being friends with the owner, he had access when it would be most ideal.

He had finally approached the horse with this the other day. At first, Craig was somewhat reluctant, not because he was afraid of losing to the considerably smaller and slimmer ass, but because he didn't quite like the idea of the match. They were to fight absolutely naked. Craig could just imagine how this could potentially end - a trick to get him naked in front of a surprise audience. He just didn't find the donkey nearly enticing enough to risk something like that. He wasn't bad looking, but the horse's likings excluded the relatively average cases such as Rob, preferring either the feminine or the highly muscular.

But then the donkey sweetened the deal. Whoever won the match would get a go with Rob's boyfriend, any position the winner wanted. And Rob's boyfriend, a ferret named Michael, sometimes called his "girlfriend", seemed like a prize very much worth pursuing. Craig found it a near certainty that he would win, the donkey being clearly physically outclassed. It was almost a free fuck for him, with one of the most attractive males he'd ever seen at that. This made him think, however, that maybe the donkey had some trick up his sleeve after all. He accepted, but decided that he would be extra wary of what Robert might have planned.

He looked around the street surrounding the building, scanning for anything suspicious, but other than a single car driving by and a tipsy, disinterested passer-by, he saw nothing at all. He knocked at the door once, and waited, soon afterwards being let in by Mike. He was dressed very skimpily, a pair of jean shorts ending just below his butt and giving all a good look at his bulge. His sleeveless shirt was slightly more dignifying, but still fairly provocative.

"Come on. Rob's already 'suited up'.", he said with a smile, waving the horse to follow. Still looking around for any foul play, Craig obliged.

***

They arrived at the main hall, everything outside of the boxing ring bathed in darkness. Craig squinted to see if there was anything beyond the light of the centre, but saw nothing. What caught his eye next, however, was his rival, sitting in one of the corners, his legs spread and his manhood clearly displayed for all to see. While slightly lesser in all aspects compared to Craig's own still concealed set, he was fairly above average.

"Well, go on, big boy. Strip.", the ferret said cheerfully, pointing towards one of the benches at the side, the donkey's own bunched up clothes already there. Within a few minutes, he was completely revealed, his impressive, bulky musculature displayed in all its glory. Likewise, his genitals now hung freely between his legs, his heavy balls hanging low in their thin, stretchy sac. The ferret seemed really excited and enthusiastically he came up to the horse bearing a pair of boxing gloves. "Time to suit up.", he said, holding up one of the gloves in both hands.

Craig presented his hand, letting the ferret dress him in the only two articles of clothing he'd be wearing this night. The mustelid's eyes occasionally wandered from the gloves to areas lower, admiring the equine's hefty maleness. The donkey seemed unbothered by Mike's attentions, patiently awaiting the horse to come up. Once finished, the ferret gave the horse a swat on the butt. "Ready!", the little ferret said with a toothy grin. To the horse it was unnerving how much Michael looked forward to this, but decided to focus on his opponent instead.

They climbed onto the ring, to which the donkey rose to his hooves and approached the centre of the ring. Facing Robert, he suddenly realized who would be their referee for the match. 'So this was how the bastard intended to win', he thought. But he did not let that deter him. He felt a raging fury at the donkey's subterfuge, and would simply have to win this leaving no doubt of his superiority. As a last precaution, the ferret pulled out a pair of mouthpieces and nearly rammed them in the two boxers' mouths.

"Now, I want a good fight. No kicking, biting, head butting or elbowing. Got that?", he asked, still looking cheerful as ever. The two of them nodded, although to Craig it seemed as though something was absent from that list of forbidden moves, but absent mindedly missed what it was. "Alright.", Mike said, raising a hand over his head. "Fight!", he shouted, swinging his arm forward and backing away from between the two fighters.

They instantly raised their guards and began to circle one another, measuring each other's stance. While they had fought before, it had been much more relaxed, nothing in particular on the line. Here the stakes meant they would be fighting more fiercely.

Robert began with a couple of jabs, testing the horse's defences. Craig easily blocked each strike, and in turn sent his own series of quick punches. The donkey blocked at first, but quickly turned to dodging, the horse's imposing stature making his punches felt even through Rob's solid defence. The horse suddenly threw a heavy hook, aiming it at the donkey's face, which he quickly used as an opportunity, ducking down and getting a quick strike in on the bigger equine's abdomen before leaping away from a retaliating punch.

Craig gave a low grunt, but quickly brushed off the assault, his sculpted abs greatly diminishing the impact on his stomach. He followed up by stepping in and throwing a 3-hit combo towards the donkey's head. Rob tilted to the sides, avoiding the strikes with relative ease, but was caught right in the solar plexus as the horse lowered his stance and threw two punches in Robert's mid-section. Trying to maintain distance, the donkey leapt further back, throwing a left hook to the horse's muzzle. Craig managed to duck the blow at the last second, getting a hard brush across the top of his nose, making him give ground and screw his eyes shut in discomfort.

Once again, he shook it off quickly and closed the distance between them, wanting to maintain his advantage. Robert was nearly up against the ropes and just had the wind knocked out of him. He stepped in and began to throw swift punches in the donkey's general direction, but Rob continued to dodge skilfully, at most earning an occasional graze, and would not give any more ground.

Craig paused in his assaults, the flury of missed blows tiring him to a soft pant. The donkey took this opportunity and threw a combo of his own, first striking at the horse's abdomen, then twice at his face. The blows were blocked with ease, but Rob continued, lowering his stance and throwing a hard uppercut. Craig lowered his guard accordingly, giving the donkey no chance to strike at his stomach. But as it turned out, that was not the intended target.

The large equine's eyes went wide and his legs turned to jelly as the donkey struck him right in his low-hanging, exposed jewels. His gloved hands immediately darted down to his nethers and he dropped to the floor like a rag with a pathetic yelp. Pain jolted from his groin through his guts, making the horse quiver and groan in agony. Yet for all his pains, at least the blatant use of a low blow meant he won. His torment would soon be rewarded by that pretty, little ferret. And then he heard the count.

"1!... 2!...", the mustelid pronounced, sounding incredibly excited. Shocked that the fight went on, Craig scrambled to his knees, his eyes clenched and hands still on his goods. "3!... 4!...", Mike continued mercilessly. Craig looked up towards the "referee" questioningly. The ferret looked overjoyed in more than one way, an erection clearly outlined on his tight, little jeans. "5!... 6!...", he continued, waving one hand as he did so, a grin plastered on his face. The horse felt a certain fury at the little mustelid, feeling that he was favouring the donkey. He didn't want to give up, though. He would show the two of them yet. "7!... 8!", was as far as Mike got, as Craig rose to his hooves, clutching his aching grapes with one glove.

"What the hell? He hit me in the nuts!", he protested to the ferret, having regained his composure.

"So? Never said that wasn't allowed.", he said with a smile. This gave the horse pause. Indeed he hadn't. But if it wasn't against the rules, then he could do it too. Craig shook his head and snorted, now directing his attention towards his opponent.

He was staring daggers at the donkey. He wanted to bash Robert's face in and maybe his balls as well. But then the ferret stepped in front of him, and cupped his large nuts with both hands. "Wh-what are you doing?", the horse stammered.

"Making sure you're still able to fight.", he said, gently rubbing the stunned horse's still aching nuts. "Feels fine.", he said happily and leaned in closer. "Go get him.", he whispered and gave the horse a peck on the muzzle before moving away, leaving the horse confused. Perhaps his first impressions were incorrect. It seemed as though the ferret wasn't as biased as he thought initially. Or perhaps it was all a clever ruse to lower his guard. Although Robert didn't look particularly happy with Mike's treatment of his opponent, as Craig could now see. "Fight!", Mike announced with a wave of his hand, prompting Craig back into conscious thought.

The donkey leapt forward, wanting to overwhelm the horse while his pain lasted, and began with a series of quick jabs, hoping to find a hole in Craig's defence. This infuriated the larger equine even more, but he remained on the defensive, this time careful to guard his soft parts. It proved to be somewhat tricky compared to what he was used to, not having to protect his danglies, but he managed well enough, moving his thighs just in time for the blow to hit there instead.

His pain had nearly subsided, and Robert was starting to look slightly winded in his efforts. Craig allowed his futile attacks to continue, waiting for the right moment to strike at his more agile opponent. The horse decided to speed things up a bit, and feigned a counter-attack, leaving his left flank seemingly undefended. Robert decided to take the chance and launched a hard right hook. Craig immediately reacted by moving to the side and throwing his own right hook. The donkey tried to pull out of his assault, but was too late, catching the brunt of the blow on his cheek.

Rob reeled off to the side, looking dazed. Craig immediately followed up his right with a low left hook, impaling the donkey crotch-first onto his fist. The smaller equine gave a stifled, barely audible cry as the heavy blow nearly made him puke out his dinner. He collapsed to his knees, then to his side, rolling into a ball with his eyes shut. He was oddly silent considering what just happened.

"1!... 2!... 3!...", the ferret began his countdown, looking just as happy as he did when the horse was downed. He certainly wasn't any more lenient towards his boyfriend as far as the speed of the count went. "4!... 5!...", he went on. The donkey had now scrambled to all fours, slowly rising despite the agony screaming from his groin. He paused for a moment, giving himself time to recuperate. "6!... 7!... 8!...", Mike continued, and just as he was about to reach nine, Rob stumbled to his hooves. His legs were visibly wobbly and shaking, his gloves shielding his jewels, but he was standing.

The little mustelid now approached him, cupping his soft spot as he had with the horse earlier. Their whispers were inaudible to Craig, the only piece of dialogue he heard being "You're awful.", coming from the donkey right before he got a quick smooch on the lips. The ferret backed away, leaving Rob still grasping his cherries. "Fight!", Mike squeaked, prompting the two to raise their guards.

Now Craig tried to make use of the donkey's obvious pain, sending quick strikes in his directions, but Robert somehow managed to maintain his gracefulness, ducking and weaving out of the way, despite the still present agony in his testicles. Frustrated by his inability to hit his foe, Craig ducked down and threw a quick punch at the smaller equine's manhood. It just barely managed to graze the donkey's genitals, sending them flopping against Rob's thigh and inciting a pained wince. The quicker equine, however, made use of the situation immediately, sending a straight punch crashing right into the horse's brow.

The big equine stumbled backwards into the ropes, shielding his head, but maintaining sight of his adversary. Rob didn't follow through, instead his arms were busy comforting his bruised and once again pained ovals. Craig rubbed his forehead a couple of times, checking the glove for signs of blood from a busted brow, but gladly found none. They were both sweating and panting profusely now, the fight having gone on for a while and no rounds to give them time to breathe.

Craig went back in, starting to throw wild punches in the donkey's direction, but other than a few grazes, earned only a few strikes to his own abdomen. They were now highly cautious about strikes to their genitals, and both managed to ward off such attacks without incident. Eventually they entered a clinch, both heaving and sweating, their fluids unintentionally mixing together. Mike broke it up by firmly grabbing each of them by their gonads and pulling away. They complied without second thoughts.

The donkey went in again, throwing quick 2-hit attacks, then veering off to the sides and back each time. Craig was surprised to see his opponent had this much energy left, and struggled to keep up. He tried to counter-attack thrice, but only managed to get a single hit on the abdomen while opening himself up to attacks, getting hit with quick jabs in the nose and groin. He went back to defence with a groan, his testicles radiating pain again.

Perspiring profusely and tired, the horse tried to remember if anything else had been allowed that normally wouldn't be, but couldn't. He wasn't doing very well, and unless he did something, he'd get tired out by the smaller equine. Assuming a brisk pace, he leapt into the donkey, as if entering a clinch. But at the last moment, he thrust his knee upwards hard, right between Rob's legs.

Robert looked genuinely shocked as he fell backwards, his hands sailing towards his injured crotch. Getting punched through a padded glove was one thing, but a bony knee was something else entirely. As soon as he hit the floor, he rolled into foetal position and began twisting and turning, as if it could possibly help alleviate the swiftly growing agony. Craig nearly held his breath in anticipation of the ferret's decision. Mike looked almost as surprised as the floored donkey, but quickly went back to that mischievous smile.

"1!...", he began, waving his hand as if taunting the fallen fighter. He continued his count as usual, ignoring the donkey's accusing stare. Robert rolled to his knees, pressing his forehead against the floor and cupping his nuggets with one gloved hand. Craig was nearly certain he would not get up after this, but he reluctantly got up again before the ferret could reach 9.

"What the fuck was that?", now the donkey protested.

"What was what? I didn't see anything wrong there. Learn how to protect your balls.", Mike answered with a smirk, coming up to the now standing donkey. Robert simply sighed heavily and shook his head as the ferret grasped his tortured testes, rolling them around in his palms. "Good to go!", he announced and redid the routine kiss before returning between the two. "Fight!", he prompted, his savage glee even stronger, and the bulge in his pants even harder.

The donkey now tried to keep his distance, his whole body shaking at the pain coursing through it from his gonads. If the ferret chose to ignore a knee to the balls, then he feared what would happen if the horse chose to use his hard hoof. Then again, he too could play that way. After a few exchanges dodged or blocked almost entirely, his pain had diminished enough for him to try something special.

Making sure the horse would notice, he cocked his leg back and threw it forward, as if wanting to strike at the larger equine's jewels again. As anticipated, Craig lowered his guard to protect his crotch, but instead the donkey planted his hoof down and threw a punch with his entire body weight behind it. It struck the horse right in his side, making his gasp the air out of his lungs. Rob immediately followed up with a second strike, this time hitting the solar plexus. In his lowered stance, the horse managed to get a hit in on the donkey's soft spot, but Robert persevered, the rush of the moment keeping him from giving into his pain. Craig raised his guard up to his chest only to have the donkey's next attack land right in his nose, a second already on the way towards his forehead. Disoriented, he managed to block it in the last second, only to have Robert duck down and deliver a blazing fast 3-hit combo directly into the disoriented horse's unprotected pouch, topping it off with a hard uppercut.

Craig cried out in a high pitched squeal and immediately fell like a tree. He sprawled out flat on his stomach, cupping those aching, swelling gonads, shocked at how the fight had suddenly turned so sour for him. The pain he was experiencing was worse than anything he ever knew, and on top of that, his nose was leaking red, although sparingly. Mike began the count again, overjoyed at what had transpired, but the large equine could hardly hear him, low grunts of pain his only response. Meanwhile, the donkey was doubled over in pain, but standing, his own manhood aching after the last exchange. He all but prayed that the horse wouldn't get up, not really eager to take any more punishment to his genitals.

"9!... 10! K.O.!", the ferret announced jubilantly, and leaned over Craig's ear. "You lose, horsie.", he whispered with a sly grin before moving away towards the donkey. "Now, then. Your reward.", he said, leaning into Robert's chest. The equine was still cupping his crotch through his bulky gloves, but eased up a bit at the ferrret's touch. Mike pressed lips with him and began to undo the buttons on his shirt, then moving down to his tight jean shorts. He pulled them off, one leg after the other, pulling down his panties along with them, revealing his relatively small endowment. He then undid the straps on Rob's gloves and pulled them off, freeing the donkey's fingers to more easily re-explore the ferret's body. "So, how do you want it?", he asked.

The donkey took a moment to think it through, glancing at the ferret, then at the fallen equine. He whispered something in the ferret's ear, then gave him a hard, audible slap in the balls before moving off and sitting down on the floor at a corner of the ring. The mustelid spent a minute cupping his gonads and half-kneeling down in pain. His eyes were shut and he gritted his teeth, clearly not enjoying experiencing harm anywhere near as much as seeing it done on others. Once his pain had diminished enough, he looked towards the larger equine, who was now rolling from side to side. Still somewhat surprised by what Robert had asked of him, he knelt down, looking for confirmation from the donkey.

He pulled the horse onto his back with no small effort and pushed his legs open. Craig looked down, somewhat surprised, only to find a suggestive smile on the ferret's face as he tugged the equine's hands away from his crotch. He leaned in and kissed the glans of Craig's limp cock, prompting it to twitch to life as he began to lap at the equine's swollen testicles. He squeezed at the horse's butt cheeks with his hand, running the other over the equine's asshole teasingly. Once the lying male's cock reached full length, he moved his head over it, before engulfing its entirety in one swoop.

Craig groaned and rolled his head around, delirious both with pleasure and still lingering pain. He had never met anyone capable to take his entire member orally. Despite the ache having yet to dissipate, it was bliss. Somewhat confused by the turn of events, he looked towards the donkey sitting in the corner. He was neither displeased nor particularly pleased. Just oddly content looking. Before he could even begin to fathom why, he felt his orgasm hit. But at the same time, he felt something else hit somewhere soft. He reeled at the conflicting feelings of overwhelming pleasure and sudden pain. Mike had punched him in the balls just as he climaxed.

The ferret kept his mouth over the horse's gushing manhood for a second more before being shoved off by the now convulsing horse. His last few spurts went all over his abdomen and chest while he clutched at his ovals. Michael seemed to enjoy the sight, as he continued to smile despite being dislodged off the horse. He then simply walked over to the sitting donkey, who now looked quite entertained with the outcome. Feeling at ease, Rob pulled in the ferret and kissed him on the lips. His eyes widened suddenly and pulled the ferret away, sticking his tongue out in distaste.

"Ugh. Horse cum.", he said. "You did that on purpose, you little bitch.", he added with a devious smile.

"That's for slapping me in the crotch.", the ferret responded with a smile of his own.

"And that was for allowing that knee.", Rob countered. "Guess you'll have to pay that off differently.", he said and pushed the mustelid's head down towards his already throbbing hard cock. Mike didn't hesitate much, and quickly got to working up and down the donkey's length, and within a few minutes, the donkey filled the ferret's maw with hot seed.

As if mirroring the situation minutes ago, Michael now moved over to the other male, lying down on top of him and forcing his lips to part and allow the donkey's semen to enter. Craig gagged and spat at first, inciting a snicker from the ferret. But the mustelid's laughter was cut short as the horse unexpectedly raised his knee right into his crotch. The look of shock on his face gave way to that of agony as he rolled off the big male and began to roll around on the mat.

Too stunned at what just happened, the donkey remained stationary as the horse got up, closed the distance between them and stomped right onto his already flaccid genitals with his unrelentingly hard hoof, sending him reeling on the floor. While the two continued to lie convulsing on the ground, the disgruntled equine left the ring, quickly got dressed and stomped out, still visibly aggravated despite having just given the two a piece of his mind.

"Sore loser.", the donkey finally said, even though the horse was long gone.

"...yeah...", was all Mike managed in response through clenched teeth, still shielding his berries.