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This is a story I posted earlier with additional scenes and editing, the overall result just feeI jusrtls sharper and cleaner than before. I didn't want to go through the editing process again, so I scrapped the original and am now resubmitting this thing. It relates to my story Cops and Robbers, although I believe I'm going to eventually have them as separate series. Anyway, here it is, enjoy!

WARNING: This story contains EXPLICIT GAY ORAL SEX and violence. If this subject matter is not to your taste or if you're under 18 and will isten to the advisories, do not read this story. If you are dissatisfied with the story, please contact me for a full and complete refund.

Fight night. It got Craig's heart pumping, his blood running. It told him that he was a fighter, a warrior, a contender. It also ate at his nerves, questioned his abilities. Still, that feeling of the crowd roaring, roaring for him... it was priceless. But first came the fight prep, hence why the husky was having his hand taped by Eddie, his good friend and corner. The tape clashed with Craig's gray coat, the heavy black adhesive designed to protect his paws from damage. This was further augmented by the black padded gloves that he slid on over the taped paws. Unlike boxing gloves, these were small and light, fingerless with a little all around padding and extra at the knuckle area. Craig flexed his arms and punched his hands together, feeling the snug fit and judging it to be fight worthy. He stood up and rocked back and forth, swinging his arms to limber up.

He certainly looked the part of a mixed martial arts fighter, clad in black shorts that concealed his cup, black ankle supports matching the regulation gloves, and a muscled yet slim physique to show it all off in. He breathed deeply as Eddie moved behind him, and he gave him a soft smile, murring as the fox's paws began to work over his shoulder and neck, stretching the normal tensed muscles out. What couldn't the fox do? He thought to himself, murring as he felt another knot of tension fall prey to Eddie's magic fingers. The fox was colored normally for foxes, orange with a white belly and black tipped ears, but what made the fox special was his personality. He was always upbeat and knowledgeable, but he still managed to get his points across when necessary. He was also roughly Craig's size, a little bit taller and heavier, but this worked even better for being Craig's sparring partner. All in all, he was the perfect sparring partner, and his knowledge of MMA made him an excellent corner as well.

"Alright Craig, you already know all this, but you're fighting a guy named Khrushchev. This is his twentieth fight, and he's really hoping for a win. Now, he has a tendency to go for leg kicks, lift your leg and check them, alright?" Craig nodded silently, shifting his position so that Eddie could work on different muscle groups. "He has decent stand up, but his ground game is weak, take him down if you can. Once you get down there, either mount him or take his back, he's lost four times to rear naked chokes." They continued talking about the upcoming fight, the fox leading Craig through his stretches, until finally a floor manager ushered them to the entrance ramp.

The crowd milled about loudly, restless in anticipation for the next fight. Craig stood in the entrance tunnel, bouncing gently from foot to foot, having stretched and limbered up only moments before. At the nod from Eddie, he stepped onto the ramp, heart pumping hard as the crowd's noise intensified, surrounding him in the sound, almost drowning out his entrance music. Eyes on the floor in front of you, wave to the crowd, but don't make eye contact; his constant entrance mantra. He continued on to the pre-fight ref, holding out his hands as the surly badger patted them down, feeling around his gloves and shorts to make sure it was all regulation. Then, the badger rubbed his face down with Vaseline to prevent cuts. He waved him on, and he stood in front of the structure he would be battling in tonight. It was simply intimidating; four sides of cold, emotionless steel mesh, containing a mat of unforgiving canvas. Craig stepped up into the ring, moving to his corner and standing there, skipping back and forth in quiet anticipation.

The music started up again as a lanky leopard walked down the ramp, followed by a few other furs, his corner. He went quickly through the check and stepped into the ring, taking his place against the opposite cage wall. A wizened bovine dressed in a full-length suit took his microphone and began announcing. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have three rounds of mixed martial arts fighting in the middleweight division! Fighting out of the blue corner, standing at five feet and eleven inches and weighing in at one hundred and eighty-six pounds, he is a wrestler with a perfect three and O record, Craig the Killer Miller!" The husky lifted his arm and made a fist, saluting the crowd that roared its approval. "And in the red corner, standing at six feet two inches and weighing in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds, he is a mixed martial artist with twelve wins and seven losses, Milkan Khrushchev!" The leopard raised his hands briefly to a quieter set of applause from the more hardcore fans. The referee, an experienced fox, stepped up and waved both fighters over, holding his arms in between them. "Gentlemen, do you understand the rules of this fight?" The husky looked over at the leopard, nodding silently as he sized his opponent up. He was taller than the husky by three inches, with a four-inch reach advantage. He had had more fights, but also many more losses than Craig, and he seemed to have less muscle and size on his lanky frame. "Alright, touch gloves and return to your corners."

The two fighters retreated to their individual corners and took their stances facing each other as the ref lifted his hand. He brought it down with a clap, signaling the start of the fight. Craig stepped forward slowly, circling the leopard slowly. His opponent stepped slowly, carefully seeking an opening, long legs slowly brushing the canvas mat as he stepped closer, just a little bit. But it was enough for Craig to be ready for the low leg kick that was flying towards his thigh. He lifted his leg to check it, letting it bounce off his shin. Craig frowned, seeing that he was too far out to shoot for the legs, so instead he stepped in, throwing a quick jab. Khrushchev swung his head out of the way, throwing a looping left hook. Craig easily raised his right arm to block and he threw a knee up at him, hitting the leopard low in the side. He heard him take a sharp breath as he stepped out, throwing a parting shot that glanced off Craig's shoulder. They stepped a few feet back, and started the circling process again. The whole exchange had taken less than three seconds, and the crowd had roared its approval through the entirety, but it quieted down as the pair started circling again.

The fight went on in a similar manner for a while, the pair probing and meeting in quick little skirmishes. Craig's breath came a little harder, and his shin was starting to hurt from the quick leg kicks he was being hit with. He could hear the corners yelling advice, nodding slightly as Eddie encouraged him to keep checking the leg kicks, and to take the shot. He stepped in, taking an additional step as the leg kick flew towards him. Good, he was planning on it. As the feline pivoted on his one foot, Craig lunged forward, stepping in front of the kick and shooting down to grab the leg. The leopard's eyes widened as he felt the husky wrap around the lone limb, and he frantically tried to sprawl, pulling his extended leg back and laying down on top of Craig. It proved to be too little too late as Craig lifted his opponent up, smiling as the leopard hit the mat hard, the husky's legs pinning the right leg of his opponents down. Khrushchev grabbed the back of Craig's head and pulled the canine down flat against his chest, strengthening his half guard. "Hit him in the side! Bombs to the side!" Eddie screamed. Craig leaned towards his opponent's far side, raising his right shoulder up a bit. He raised his arm out as far as it could go and sent it in hard, slamming it with a heavy thud into the left side of his opponent. The leopard let out a hiss of pain and jerked his head a bit, trying to throw him off balance. Craig kept himself up, and raised his arm back up, almost vertically, before throwing another heavy punch to the leopard's ribs. Khrushchev gave a short grunt in pain and bucked his hips, throwing up the husky's legs. "Slide it up, pass, pass!" It was the opportunity Craig had been waiting for as he shot his hips forward, throwing his left leg around onto his opponent's chest, scooting forward so that he was sitting hard on the leopard's chest.

He had attained the full mount, the most dominant position in all of mixed martial arts. He was sitting securely on the chest, legs to the sides of his opponent and his rear sitting snugly on the upper abdomen. The downed opponent had few options, only his arms in between him and his attacker. Khrushchev knew he was in trouble as he threw his arms up over his face, giving him some protection as he squirmed underneath the husky. "Pin his arms down, keep them in place!" he heard his corner yell. Craig leaned down and pressed his left forearm against the leopard's arms, holding them in place as his right hand started seeking out the side of his head. The struggling cat managed to block several of the shots, but one went in clean, slamming into his jaw, making him blink woozily. Several more came through, and his hands started to falter. Eagerly, Craig removed the forearm, slamming both hands into the head of his opponent. Khrushchev wasn't quite finished though, and he turned the husky to his side, and they struggled, the leopard quickly scrambling to his feet. Craig was up beside him, silently cursing at himself for throwing away his opportunity. The feline threw a lazy kick, his hands lower than they should've been. Perhaps all hope wasn't lost he thought as the weak leg kick was checked. "He's been rocked, finish him off!" Khrushchev threw another kick, and this time, Craig saw an opportunity and took it. He stepped in and threw a looping left hook, going high for the head, torquing back his right arm. Khrushchev saw the hook and ducked down, going lower than the high strike. The husky grinned inside as the leopard fell into his trap. He threw his left shoulder back, swinging forward with his right hand in a thunderous uppercut. Khrushchev's eyes widened as he saw the incoming blow, and then the gloved fist connected, slamming into the chin with a sickening thud. The leopard's eyes rolled back and he fell to the side, the referee stepping forward to separate them even as the cat hit the mat hard, going limp.

Craig stepped back, throwing his fists into the air, the crowd roaring in bloodthirsty approval for the vicious knockout. He yelled out into the crowd, the after fight euphoria flowing hard through him. He saw Eddie clamber into the ring, and he met him in a huge embrace, still roaring out loudly to the crowd. Numerous medical personnel rushed into the ring, immediately checking over the downed leopard. The announcer stepped back into the ring and waved him over. The referee took his wrist and held it low. Khrushchev was still sitting on a small stool the doctors had brought into the ring, still being examined. "Ladies and gentlemen, this fight has been stopped at four minutes and thirty two seconds of the very first round, for your winner by knockout... Craig the Kiiiiillllller Miller!" The crowd roared, a huge amorphous mass of screaming fans. Craig turned over to check on the leopard, who seemed to be fine. The husky offered a paw and Milkan took it, getting to his feet and giving his opponent a brief hug, before stalking out of the cage.

Craig lifted his hands again, and clambered up the cage, sitting on the top and pointing out to the crowd, knowing that since he had successfully defended his perfect streak, there would be bigger fights in store for him. He climbed down and walked with his corner out of the cage, grinning the whole way. Eddie smiled broadly at him, giving him pats on the back and encouragement as they walked back to the locker room facilities in the building. The locker room was virtually abandoned, most fighters having gone to the spectator's area or the waiting rooms to wait for their checks. Eddie helped take off the gloves, slowly tearing away the tape beneath, getting it off without pulling away any of the husky's hair. Eddie stood up and peeled off his shirt, revealing his stocky frame. Craig quickly peeled off his ankle supporters, tossing them into his locker. He pulled off his shorts and the underwear beneath it, leaving him bare to the fur except for his cup. He looked over at the fox next to him, now pulling down his pants, and Craig grinned to himself, tossing the cup in his locker and walking into the shower facilities. He padded across the cool tile, nose wrinkling at the smell of sweat and must. He turned on one of the showers, hearing the nozzle creek as a spray of cold water shot out, and he gasped, skipping back and away from the cold spray. He waited a few moments and stuck out a paw, feeling the water was suitably warm, and stepping into it. He murred as the hot water pounded into his pelt, the warmth soaking into his tired body. His ears perked as he heard another pair of paws on the shower floor, presumably Eddie. He ran his paws through his fur, leaning his face into the shower spray. He felt a pair of arms encircle his waist, hands right above his groin. It was definitely Eddie. Craig pressed back into the fox, putting his paws on top of the vulpine's, slowly rocking back and forth.

"Mmm... hey there. So, do you remember what you promised you'd do for me if I won?" The husky felt a small squeeze around his waist, and then a muzzle near his ear whispered softly into it, making him twitch a little as the warm breath rolled over the sensitive flap of flesh.

"Oh, I remember... turn around for me hun." Craig turned around and leaned against the shower wall, gazing lustfully at the fox as he kneeled in front of the fighter, staring at Craig's growing erection. "I'm gonna have fun making this puppy tap..." Eddie opened his mouth slightly, letting his vulpine tongue snake out slowly, moving forward to touch the red meat in front of him. As contact was nearly made the tongue retracted, snaking to move lower, almost touching the canine's balls. This time, Craig murred as he felt the rough, moist texture touch his sack, and his stiff erection grew to its full mast. The vulpine eyed it hungrily, slowly working his tongue up from the husky's sack to his sheath, dragging his tongue along the soft fur. Craig groaned a bit as the tongue ran from his sheath onto the sensitive underside of his cock, making his length twitch and throb. The tongue reached the very tip and brushed slightly against his peehole, before the tongue snapped back and the muzzle darted forward, engulfing the canine member and making Craig cry out with surprised pleasure.

Eddie started to suck on the engorged length, eliciting another moan from Craig, and causing him to grind forward a little bit. The vulpine put his hands on the hips of his friends, suckling harder on his shaft. The husky groaned again, thrusting his hips forward, driving his canid dick deeper into the fox's warm maw, shivering and shuddering on top of him. Eddie started to bob his head, taking in more and more of the rod in his mouth. The husky placed a hand on the back of his head, slowly rubbing his scalp and ears. The fox pinched his cheeks against the and started to hum, making Craig start to pant, a bit of pre splashing across the tongue of his vulpine corner man. Eddie stuck his head further down and snaked his tongue into the husky's sheath, making his hips buck involuntarily, yelps emerging from his panting mouth.

"Fuck...ah...I'm gonna cum..." he grasped the fox's ears tighter, slowly starting to thrust in and out of his mouth, the fox if anything more eager to bring his friend to orgasm. He slid down the canine's sheath and started to massage his knot, giving it a sudden and powerful tug as he pushed his head even further, his tongue and maw sucking on the base of the hard puppycock. All of the extra stimulus was enough to push Craig over the edge, and he howled out, shooting his massive load of cream into the vulpine's eager mouth. Jet after jet of hot white canine seed spilled across Eddie's tongue, and he lapped up every delicious drop. Craig just shuddered and yipped as he leaned heavily on the wall, being overtaken by his powerful orgasm. Eventually the jets lessened to a dribble, and eventually the small dribble went dry, and the fox had drunken all of the cream the husky had had to offer. And yet he hadn't taken his mouth off yet. The real game had just begun.

Craig was breathing hard, his hard cock still twitching in the fox's mouth. He had played this game with him once before, and like then, he found it amazing how well the vulpine could pleasure him. The point of the game was to literally drive the recipient to too pleasure, and Eddie could do it in minutes. Craig started to whine a bit, his member starting to grow a bit tender after its orgasm. Eddie grinned mischievously around his full mouth, and ran his tongue along the insides of the sheath, tasting that most male of places deep in the husky's body. Craig groaned and jerked, his hips thrusting forward into the vulpine's maw. His invasive tongue drove deeper, until it hit the very root of Craig's manhood, his very base, and he yipped, the sensation growing to be almost too much. His fist clenched on the vulpine's shoulder, shuddering hard as Eddie licked more around the base, slicking and pounding his dexterous tongue on that sensitive root. Craig groaned and moaned, whimpering as his hips twitched, the sensations pounding into his skull. He tried to focus on the pounding water of the showerhead, but it was easily pushed aside by the tremendous pleasures he was feeling. Eddie knew he was close, and so he squeezed his knot, massage and pulling on it like there was no tomorrow. Craig started yipping and crying out, shuddering and shaking on top of his friend. He was falling into an oblivion of pleasured stimulus, but it was too much, to ecstatic, his mind couldn't take it! Mortals weren't meant to feel what he was feeling! All this was running through his head as he finally gave up, and started to pat the fox's back with an open hand, tapping out to show his submission.

"Ahh! Too much, too much! I give!" Eddie pulled off of him and Craig sank to the floor, breathing hard and deep as he lay there, his tender member still throbbing in a little bit of discomfort. The fox was all smiles, running around and doing mock cheers, showboating as if he were a fighter.

"And your winner by submission with a beautiful blowjob, Eddie Always Ready Ketter!" He stomped around in mock victory for a little while longer, the exhausted canine just laying on the shower floor and looking on amusedly. Eventually he got to his feet and crept toward the fox, slowly brushing his paw along the vulpine's rear. Eddie stopped mid celebration and tightened, wriggling his rear away and slapping at the husky's paw.

"Oh no you don't. You got your reward for tonight, you're going to have to earn that during training." The fox crossed his arms, looking stern and determined, but the incredibly hard cock that stood rigidly at attention betrayed his true feelings. Craig smiled, slowly reaching a hand forward to lightly touch the exposed member.

"I can still pleasure you though, can't I?" the husky asked in a cutesy voice, high and puppy like in its request for approval. "Pwease? I just wanna suck the mean old foxie's Johnson." The vulpine looked down at him, his frown cracking slightly to show the horniness he was trying to conceal. The guise was further cracked as he shot a bit of pre in the husky's direction, landing softly on the canine's wrist. The pair looked and each other and started chuckling, and soon the shower area was filled with laughter, the two friends laughing away any anxieties and all the stress that came with weeks of preparation for the fight. Craig had managed to stifle his laughter, and with a mischievous grin, he cut off Eddie's laughter, swiftly pulling the vulpine member into his mouth. The fox gasped as he felt himself impale the warm maw of his friend.

"Fuck... you just can't take no for an answer, can you..." The husky softly shook his head, starting to bob up and down on the very excited fox. He murred gently to himself, feeling the vulpine's taste slowly spread over his pallet, the foxhood steadily supplying his greedy mouth with silvery pre. He wrapped his tongue around the tool, feeling the member twitch and throb on his tongue, the light pulse of the veins pumping through it and making him murr loudly. Eddie grunted and put a paw on top of the husky's head to support himself, knees suddenly weak as he shot a large glob of pre into the inviting canine mouth. Craig tasted and felt the glob, and decided that the fox was nearly at his breaking point.

He reached a paw up, slowly closing it around the fox's now fully swollen knot, massaging the bulbous appendage lightly, giving it the occasional tug. The fox was now leaning very heavily on his friend's shoulders, panting and moaning at the treatment he was receiving. The husky finally pulled him almost fully out of his mouth, tilting his head so that his teeth were horizontally oriented. He pressed up the fox's tip on the flat surface of his front teeth, massaging the underside with his tongue and pressing it up into the firm enamel as he gave the vulpine knot a firm squeeze. Eddie yipped in heated pleasure, this position his secret weakness as he exploded in the wolf's maw, the thick white seed coming in long arcing shots into Craig's awaiting mouth. He gulped the first few shots down, but started suckling on the proffered tip, milking as much seed as he could in the short time period. The fox panted and whimpered on top of him, spitting out as much as he could force himself to before falling off to the side, laying down onto the tile floor heavily, panting as afterglow slowly spread through him. Craig leaned down over beside him, and gave him a slow kiss, letting the seed that lingered in his mouth spread to the fox's, slowly and passionately making out on the shower floor. They sat for a few moments more, before getting to their feet and finishing their showers.

Shortly after their showers they got dressed and headed to the staff office, all of the fights for the night having finally finished. They knocked on the heavy oaken door, adorned with a small window emblazoned "Kirkoff," and were called in by an authoritative voice. At the desk was a regal looking sapphire dragon, scales glistening softly in the harsh fluorescent light, and he shuffled through several stacks of money as Eddie and Craig walked in. He looked up and smiled at the pair, getting up out of his seat to sport a nice looking suit.

"It's good to see you Mr. Miller, I saw your fight, very good showing out there. You'll be receiving a small bonus for that in your check. But what's better..." The dragon reached onto his desk for an envelope, and he handed it to Craig. "Congratulations, you got knockout of the night, which comes with an eight hundred dollar cash bonus. Now, you can talk with Mike again for your next match, maybe a six or eight-week gap? Talk it over with him."

"I certainly will sir, thank you so much for the bonus sir... I do have to ask though, what was the pocket tonight? I've got to feed my family, it'll be nice to know whether I should spend the bonus on food or not Mr. Kirkoff?" The husky was smiling pretty broadly, knowing that he could keep his family afloat for a while after a performance like that... so long as the dragon wasn't being too stingy.

"I see, I believe the pocket will be pretty good after a show like that... expect around fourteen hundred for your win, maybe more, plus some of the travel expenses. But much better than that, we're going to give you a shot at the main event. There are big things in your future kid... but not if you stay in my office, I've got work to do." Craig quickly thanked him and the pair left.

As soon as they heard the door shut behind them and they were out of earshot, Craig yelled "A main event! Dude, that's where the money is! " Craig was giddy and happy, things were finally starting to come together. The pair talked in excited voices for a little while longer, before they headed to their separate cars. They paused in front of Craig's truck, the conversation between them going silent. Eddie broke the silence, clearing his throat to talk.

"Great fight out there tonight. You did really well, and I'm proud of you." The fox stepped forward and hugged him, the embrace of a friend and comrade.

"Well thanks Ed, but we both know I couldn't have done shit if you hadn't been training me." The husky squeezed him back, touching cheeks for a second and giving him a pat on the shoulder as they broke the hug. "Thanks for everything man."

The fox smiled warmly at him, returning the nuzzle and nodding softly. "It's been good man.... I guess I'll see you at workouts. Later." The vulpine gave his shoulder a quick parting box before turning around, walking off to his own car and giving the canine a wave. The canine moved his hand unconsciously, climbing into the cab of his pickup.

Craig's ride was uneventful; he stopped to pick up some ice cream on the way home, his victory treat. He slowly pulled up his steep driveway, skillfully avoiding scraping the bottom of his car on the hill's crest, and parking at its summit. He slammed his door shut behind him and walked up to the worn two-story house.

He unlocked the door, wondering if his brother's had given Seth any trouble. The leopard was a good friend of his, but with the three little huskies' combined strength, they could overwhelm even a professional babysitter with their mischief. Surprisingly though, no on was in the living room. Craig crept up the stairs and heard something, almost like a moan. He started wondering if one of his cousins had gotten hurt, or worse.... His pace quickened and he heard heavy breathing added into the moans as he approached his brother Chris's room, seemingly the disturbance's point of origin. He opened the door quickly and his eyes shot wide, his fist automatically clinching as he took the scene in. Seth was on the bed, his forepaws and foot paws handcuffed to the bed... those were his handcuffs. He also had his pants pulled down and a large dildo in his ass... the canine one, Craig's favorite. His brothers were surrounding him, all naked, his youngest brother Gabe, at eight years old, was sitting in front of the leopard and panting heavily. Chris was staring at him wide-eyed, hand still half in motion from pawing off. Matt was... licking at the pile of cum on the bed. Craig blinked once, his fist clenching tighter.

"What the fuck is going on here?"