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“Hell yeah! Take that, fuckface!” A black and grey furred tiger cried out excitedly and triumphantly at his game as he took down another opponent, his body twisting and turning this way and that as he played.

“Breakfast’s ready, Kon.” Jiro called out from the kitchen as he put the food on the dining table, located in the space between the kitchen and the living room.

“Awesome! Can you bring some over here?” Kon asked, eyes still focused on the game.

“Nah, man. You’re letting go of that game and coming over HERE!” Jiro felt like a mother admonishing her child every time he spoke to the tiger. Unable to believe that they’re around the same age.

Kon turned his head and gave the wolf a pouting glare, just as his character died in the game. “Aw man! And I was so close to a new high score! Thanks a lot, mom.” The tiger grumbled and complained as he got up and stomped over to the dining table.

But just as he reached over to grab his spoon, he got a swift swat on the back of the hand by Jiro’s spatula. “Look here, mister, I don’t ask for much, do I? Just a bit of respect, in MY house. So you better start checking that tone when talking to me.”

“Oh really? What makes you the fucking boss of me, eh?” Kon argued back and tried to reach for the food, but only got another spatula-swat to the hand. “Yeowch! Quit that!”

“Let’s see…” Jiro started counting off things on his hand, each one like a heavy boulder crashing on the tiger’s head. “You’re staying here, for free. Using MY facilities, also for free. Eating MY food. Playing with MY games and consoles, all with subscriptions paid for with MY money. Am I missing anything else?”

Kon just shrunk down till he was barely visible under the desk, looking down at his lap in shame as he twiddled his thumbs together. “I’m sorry… I’ll pay you back for all of it… somehow…”

Jiro stood there over the tiger for a few seconds, then let out a small sigh. “Just forget it. Let’s eat.” They sat and ate in awkward silence.

It was a couple of weeks from the day that Jiro brought Kon to his home. After getting all healed up, he sure had plenty of energy to burn, usually using it to give Jiro a lot of attitude. He did disappeared a couple of days over that time, only to come back home all bruised and bloodied like the night Jiro found him. But when he was asked, he would just snap at the wolf and that would be the end of it.

After breakfast Jiro was washing the dishes, while Kon went back to the living room, watching some morning comedy show, when the wolf’s phone dinged loudly, receiving a message. [Hey man! Wanna spar?] It was a message from one of his friends, Ricochet. Between the first day that he and everyone else were brought into this world and today, he finally managed to get in contact with some of his friends. Ricochet included. Thank god for the ‘Friends’ function~

[Sure thing, dude! When and where?] He quickly typed back.

[Afternoon, at four. Systimus Gym is doing a little exhibition match to boost their ratings and I signed up, hoping you can be my plus-one.]

[You bet, my man! I’ll be there!] Jiro looked at the clock and saw that it was still some time before their little sparring match, looking back at Kon who was cackling away at his show. “Say, how about hanging out with me and a friend?”

“What time?” Kon, once again, asked without looking away from the screen.

“Later today, at four.”

“No can do, already have plans at that time.”

“Ah, that’s a bummer. Another time then.” With the dishes washed and put away, Jiro stepped away from the sink, wiping his hands on a nearby towel. “Gonna step out for a walk in the city until then. You better behave while I’m gone, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, mom.” When Kon turned to the wolf to give him more attitude, he jumped slightly from the sudden flash of light as Jiro changed his clothes right there in the kitchen. “I still don’t know how you do that.”

“Let’s call it ‘special privileges’.” Jiro gave him a playful wink as he made his way to the door. “Stay out of trouble.” He repeated before finally leaving.

Kon then sat in silence, save for the TV talking away as the show continued, the tiger no longer laughing at the characters and their antiques. “Tch. As if I have a choice here.”

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Jiro took his sweet time roaming around the city, visiting this place and that, once again, noticing how everyone dressed quite lewdly, one guy even wore a pair of shorts that gave a very clear view of his plump, juicy booty. Speaking of ‘juicy’, he visited a few street food stands here and there trying foods and drinks, strangely enough, he noticed that no matter how much he ate, he never felt the urge or need to go to the bathroom, well, maybe to do number 1, but number 2 never came. “Well, at least my ass is always clean now. Ish.” Yeah, he still sweats a ton when he works out, trains, or fights.

Eventually, it finally came time for his meeting with Ricochet at the Systimus Gym. The place had all kinds of high-end gadgets and workout machines, looking like something out of a cyberpunk setting, even came with black walls and neon-colored decorations and flashing lights. And of course, like with every gym, there was a large fighting arena in the middle of the establishment.

“Jiro! Over here!” He turned to see this very short figure jumping up to catch his attention. Ricochet mainly played as this short raccoon-beastman with a pretty athletic and solid build, his fighting style proving that size isn’t everything. He was dressed in tight, athletic pants with a baggy shirt and parka jacket up top. His face and ears covered in piercings. His neon-green hair styled up into a wild mohawk.

“Hey, Rico! My man!” Jiro greeted the raccoon as the two shared a high five, Ricochet jumping high to clap his hand with the wolf’s own.

“Ready to get your ass handed to ya?” Rico asked quite smugly.

“Big talk for someone so small.” Jiro jabbed back as the two of them stepped up to the ring. As they did, Jiro could hear the excited whispering of the people around them.

“Holy shit, look at that!”

“No way, are we gonna see a Shifter fight??”

“Phone, phone! Where’s my phone!? I gotta get this!”

Jiro’s ears twitched as he heard that term. ‘Shifter’. When he asked Ricochet about it some time ago, he was told that it was because of the players’ ability to change their cosmetic look however they want, whenever they want. That includes their species, hence the title of ‘Shifter’. Seems like they got a bit more functions from the original game world than he realized if that’s the case. Even the neighborhoods they live at were called Shifty Streets now and the direction they are placed, in Jiro’s case, he would be living at Shifty Street West.

The two hopped into the ring and took their sides, each of them limbering up and doing some stretches as they got ready. “Get ready to have your brain rocked, dude.”

“Careful not to bite more than you can chew, bud.” After their brief stretching, they walked up to each other and bumped their fists together.

*Bing-FWOOSH* Just then, the whole arena was briefly engulfed in a bright light as a barrier was erected around the perimeters of the arena, to make sure that no stray moves burst out and hit the audience. That is something only the players, or Shifters rather, can do.

With the barrier up, the two jumped away from each other and took their fighting stances, their muscles tense and ready for action… *DING* and there goes the bell! Jiro instantly charged at the short raccoon, hand winded back for a claw strike, energy claw motions following along with his hand.

But Ricochet jump swiftly out of the way and back onto the ropes, using them to propel him high up into the air and right against the barrier. “Here I go!” His whole body was covered in a black and grey energy before he shot himself off of the barrier right towards Jiro at high speeds. Jiro dodged by a hair, but Ricochet used that momentum to bounce of the floor and back up, bouncing from wall to wall before shooting back at Jiro, when the wolf dodged he repeated the process.

“YES! It’s Bullet Time!” One of the audience cheered as they watched Ricochet use his signature move, actually named [Bullet Time].

Jiro was able to dodge most of the attacks but still got hit a few times here and there, the raccoon was way too fast and trying to counterattack that only got him hit even more. ‘Dammit, dealing with this attack is always a bitch!’ He thought to himself… but then his mouth spread into a knowing grin as he took a more defensive stance, not even trying to dodge anymore as he just tensed his body to take every hit he can. ‘Too bad for you bud, I know this moves only weakness.’

“Whoah! Jiro stopped moving. Did he give up?” Someone in the audience, a big fan of Jiro, asked in concern.

However, Ricochet knew exactly what the wolf was planning, so put even more power and energy into his movements, now bouncing off the walls at blinding speed. But even then, Jiro stood still, only dodging when he felt that Rico was aiming for an opening or a weakpoint before going back to his solid defense stance. ‘Crap… running… out of… energy!’ Ricochet thought to himself in urgency.

“Gotcha!” That was the moment Jiro was waiting for as he engulfed one leg with his bluish energy, sending it crashing into Ricochet’s attack, the impact, despite the barrier, sent out a burst of energy and a shockwave that almost blew the excited and cheering audience away. Despite that, Jiro was the winner as he sent the raccoon flying and crashing into the wall.

But as he was charging for one of his attacks, Ricochet held out his hands in defeat. “Uncle! I call uncle!”

*BWWOOONN* A horn blared out from out of nowhere, announcing the winner to be Jiro with a holographic projection.

“Dude, you really need to work on your other stats there.” Jiro advised the raccoon as he helped him up to his feet. “Agility and Attack are good for your skill, but your HP and Defense are abysmal. Not to mention it burns your stamina the more you use it.”

“Hey, if it works, it works.” Ricochet replied smugly as he rolled one shoulder. “Besides, this move usually ends a fight pretty quickly against the common schmuck. You, my friend, are a powerhouse above powerhouses.”

“Nah, that title is reserved for someone else.” Jiro waved his hand dismissively.

“Ugh, please. Don’t remind me of that prick.” Rico’s usually smiling and grinning face suddenly soured into a deep scowl.

“Come on, man. You can’t still be holding a grudge after this whole time.”

“Yes I can and I’m never letting go! He betrayed us, remember! Went off ahead on his own to do what-fucking-ever.” And Rico went off just complaining and digging into this person that they mutually knew.

Jiro tried to listen, but when the raccoon goes off like this, nothing’s stopping him anytime soon. But something caught the wolf’s eyes in the distance. Looking through the glass front doors of the gym, he picked out two figures in the alleyway across the streets, both wore heavy clothes and were hooded up.

But one of the figures turned his head slightly as if to look around… it was Kon! “The hell are you doing…?” He whispered to no one in particular as he saw the tiger and this stranger exchanging something, the bigger male handed a fat wad of cash to the tiger, then Kon handed over a tiny, plastic bag filled with a strangely colored powder. That made the wolf’s eyes shoot open and his fur stand on end.

But what made him even more angry was the other guy, clearly having other intentions beside this ‘exchange’ as he leaned down to whisper some stuff into the tiger’s ear, one hand casually and sleazy reached around to rub at Kon’s rear. He clearly didn’t like that as he quickly swatted that hand away, but the man wasn’t having it as he shoved the tiger against the wall, holding Kon’s face with one hand and forcing their lips together in a pretty aggressive attempt at a kiss as he shoved his leg between Kon’s legs, grinding it against his crotch.

Jiro had enough. He quickly jumped out of the ring and speed-walked out the door, luckily no cars were driving by at this time, not that he cared, quickly approaching the alley and shoving the guy away. “Back off, sleazebag! Walk away before I bust up that filthy mouth of yours.”

“The fuck is your problem, asshole! We were just having fun, weren’t we, Konnie boy?” The thuggish man, some kind of komodo dragon, snarkily said to the tiger.

Kon just looked away in shame, with Jiro standing between him to block the man’s view of the tiger. “Walk. Away.” Jiro warned a second time. “I’m not gonna ask a third time.”

“Hey, if you want a turn at this easy pussy, you gotta wait a turn, bud. This little slut’s got a long queue on his ass, after all.” He barely got a laugh out of his mouth, before Jiro’s fist connected with his snout, bending it inward quite painfully. “AH! Motherfucker!” He was about to jump up and fight back, but one look at Jiro told him that would be a very grave mistake. “This ain’t over, fuckface! And you!” He pointed at the scared tiger. “Your boss is definitely gonna hear about this!” With that warning, he made a quick dash away.

However, Jiro’s fur was still bristled up, quickly turning to the tiger who jumped and shrunk down in fear under the angry wolf’s glare. “L-Look man, this ain’t what it looks like!”

“Save it!” Jiro barked, making the tiger shrink further, quickly grabbing his phone from his pocket, opening the map app as he grabbed onto Kon’s arm. “Home.” Then they were off in a flash, literally.

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Back home, things have been awkwardly silent between the wolf and tiger, Kon glancing over at Jiro to try and gauge what he was thinking off, but to no avail. Soon it became the evening, no dinner was made for tonight. Kon sat on the couch, nervously looking everywhere but at the angry Jiro, who stood over the tiger like a disappointed dad. “Mind telling me what that was about?”

“It’s nothing. Just some douche I meet with every now and then.” Kon tried giving the wolf some attitude, but he could feel the dangerous glare from Jiro, so he decided against it.

“I saw what you two were doing. Before the whole molestation attempt.” That clearly got the tiger’s attention, judging from the shock on his face. “What was in the bag?”

“J-Just some prot-”

“You continue with that lie and I’m ripping that tongue out.” Jiro warned, baring his fangs as he let out a deep snarl.

Kon tried coming up with something, anything, but another look at Jiro told him that coming clean was his best chance of surviving. “I-It was this… new drug that my… boss and his goons have been manufacturing.”

“So, I’ve been harboring a druggie under my roof, eh?”

“What? NO!” Kon jumped to his feet at that. “I may be selling that stuff around, but I never used it myself. NEVER! I swear!” He looked like he was on the verge of tears. “Please, you have to believe me! Take me to the nearest doctor and have me checked! I swear, I’m clean!”

Seeing the tiger so close to crying softened Jiro’s anger a bit, he let out a sigh and rubbed his neck a bit as he calmed down. “Gonna tell me how you ended up in this mess?”

Kon slumped back onto the couch, taking a deep breath to calm himself a bit, rubbing his eyes before starting his tale. He had a friend a couple of years ago, who was very sick, the doctors tried everything, except for one remedy that would instantly cure him, but it would cost a LOT of money. His friend’s family weren’t that well off, and their son would’ve died long before they even got close to having half that amount of money.

So, Kon did the last thing he ever wanted to do. He went to a local loan shark and asked for the money. He gave it to the doctors, who didn’t ask questions, leeches just wanted their money, and they gave his friend the medicine. Lo and behold, he quickly recovered over a week’s time, everyone was happy.

But then two problems arose from that. Now, Kon was in deep debt, with lots of interest imposed on him each time he failed to pay an installment, which was pretty regular now. And two: His friend found out where the money came from, he hated thugs and criminals with a passion and finding out that his friend got what could possibly be blood money, it was like a traitor’s knife lodging into his back and stabbing right into his heart.

So now, Kon was knee deep in debt to a criminal organization and minus the one and only friend he ever had at the time.

“And I’m guessing the whole selling your body is another way to get money?” Jiro asked after the tiger finished telling his story.

“Aside from the drugs, it was the only thing I can think of that brought in the most money. The asshole you saw me with was a regular customer and client of mine.”

“And the bruises you come back with every few days? Are those from super kinky clients?”

That question made Kon sweat a bit. “I… I can’t say…”

Jiro grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him off the couch until their noses were inches from touching, with Jiro looking down at Kon, showing how much taller than the tiger he was. “Too bad, you don’t have much of a choice. You either talk, or you’re walking out that door.” The look of absolute fear and hopelessness in Kon’s eyes when he gave him that ultimatum almost broke Jiro’s heart, but he had to put his foot down.

Eventually, the tiger relented and looked away from the wolf in shame. “The organization regularly holds underground fights for gambling money, the fighters take a portion of the house’s winnings.”

“And let me guess: With your debt hanging over your head, your winnings are much less than they should be.” Kon just nodded his head. “Well, that’s predatory.”

“I did make some friends in that place who are in a similar situation to my own, all of us working hard through sweat, blood and tears, and those damn… leeches suck every bit of life out of us like juice boxes, sitting on their asses and doing NOTHING.” Kon finally broke down, unable to hold back the tears any longer as he started sobbing and hiccuping. “It’s not fair. It’s not FAIR!”

Jiro’s anger finally dissipated at hearing this tough tiger crying and sobbing his heart out. Quickly releasing Kon’s shirt and wrapping him in a tight hug, letting him cry his heart out on his shoulder. It took quite a bit for the tiger to let everything out of his heart, when he was finally done, he slowly pulled away from Jiro, but the wolf kept him close, pressing their foreheads together as Kon caught his breath and calmed down.

“Sorry about that… look at me, sobbing like a fucking toddler.” Kon let out a small laugh, but it sounded empty and hollow.

“Don’t be. I’m sorry for putting you under the spotlight like this.” Jiro took a small breath as well. “Let’s just say I’ve had some… personal experiences with the kind of people you’re dealing with now. Things ended on a good-ish term in my favor, but that is not something I want to deal with again.”

“Well, too bad for you.” Kon got his attitude back as he pulled away from the wolf. “That dildo of a man is part of that same organization. So they’ll be gunning for you now.”

“Let ‘em! I’ll beat their asses to next week!” Jiro smugly assured as he gave one of his arms a cocky flex.

“Heh, your funeral.” Kon let out a genuine laugh at that as he went back to his normal self.

“Welp, since dinner is no go tonight, how about some takeout? You pick the place. My treat for interrogating you like that.”

“Sure, sounds neat.” Kon thought for a few seconds. “How about some ramen? Haven’t had Yasobi’s special ramen in a long time.” Remembering that ramen shop’s special menu ramen made the tiger’s belly let out an excited rumble.

“Yasobi’s it is!” Jiro got on his phone and put in a few items for both of them and paid through the app.

Eventually, the food came and the two sat in the living room eating and watching some TV, laughing at the comedic antiques of the characters in this goofy police drama show. It still felt strange to Jiro actually watching TV normally. Back in the game days, all he saw when his character lounged in front of the TV were some pixelated screenshots of random things.

However, Kon was not watching the TV as much as he was looking at Jiro. The wolf has been super nice to him and keeping all these secrets from him did hurt the tiger, he just reverted to hiding his feelings by acting out like a child throwing a tantrum. So finally opening up to Jiro lifted a massive weight from his chest, even with his chains still holding him down, he always felt free to be himself around the wolf. And the wolf being so easy on the eyes is one heck of a bonus~

His body moved on its own as he leaned to the side until his head rested on Jiro’s shoulder, the wolf didn’t say anything, he just wrapped his arm around the tiger and they stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s company.

Jiro however, suddenly glared out at the window, giving the shadowy intruder watching them from afar through the protective fence a murderous glare that said ‘Try something, I dare you’. Knowing better than to do anything to anger the wolf, the figure quickly ran away into the night, letting the wolf go back to enjoying some casual TV with his new friend.

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The next day, Kon woke up first, he didn’t know how, but he found himself in the master bedroom, Jiro’s room, that was honestly the best sleep he had for a long time. He did a long stretch, letting out a satisfied groan as he got out of bed, making his way to the bathroom to relieve himself and freshen up. Strangely enough, Jiro was nowhere to be seen or heard.

But, Kon’s ears picked up the sound of a wooden bowl hitting the ground, followed by a small curse from Jiro himself, that gave the tiger an idea where the wolf was as he made his way to the back of the house, leading out to the decorated backyard that had a recently built onsen area, complete with washing space between the door and the large tub.

There was Jiro, scrubbing himself down with plenty of soap and fur conditioner. “No wonder dog owners complain when washing their pets. God, washing this much fur is a hassle.”

“At least you don’t have clumps of cum stuck to your fur when you do.” Kon teased as he came closer to the wolf, clothes tossed away before stepping in, showing off his buff and well-cut body. “Trust me, that is not a pleasant sensation.”

“Oh, you an expert or something?” Jiro teased, but quickly realized what he said. “Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Without being asked, Kon knelt down behind the wolf, filling his palm with shampoo before he started scrubbing Jiro’s back, earning him a satisfied sound from the wolf. “Not the most glamorous way to earn money, but not all of my clients were thugs and assholes. Plenty of them were pretty nice and lonely men who wanted some company for the night, many of them tipped generously too.”

“Well, glad not everything was a shitshow for you.” Jiro slumped forward a bit, basically melting under Kon’s hands scratching and massaging all the right places, his tail wagging and one foot kicking in joy. Suddenly, he felt Kon’s hands reach around and grab onto his pecs. “Whoah!” The tiger began gently massaging and kneading at his plump pecs, teasing the nipples with his index and middle finger, giving them a gentle, teasing tug every now and then. “Woof, this uh… wow, this feels good… very good…”

“Glad to hear.” Kon basically whispered as he kept servicing Jiro’s chest… then one hand slowly began trailing down, massaging the wolf’s solid abs as it moved down before grabbing onto his solid, thick, and long cock.

“Whoah!” Jiro turned his head back to Kon. “Y-You don’t have to-” But he was instantly quieted down by the tiger’s lips on his own, the two sharing a brief and sensual kiss.

“I know. But I want to.” Kon said softly and lovingly, unable to deny the feelings that have been brewing the past few days. Yeah, he’s been crushing on the wolf, hard, for a while now. His hand gave Jiro’s cock a firm squeeze before he started stroking it, slowly at first before gradually picking up speed.

“Oof, yeah, that’s the stuff.” Come to think of it, this was the very first time Jiro actually had someone to have fun with like this ever since he arrived in this world. He almost forgot how good it felt when someone else did it for you. “Hnngh~!” He let out a small groan as he felt Kon’s other hand massaging and rubbing his balls, the wolf unconsciously spreading his legs wider to give the tiger more room.

“Hey, uh… may I?” Kon asked as he pressed himself against Jiro’s back, his own hard cock rubbing against the wolf’s back. Jiro looked back at the tiger, giving him a small smooch on the cheek before nodding his permission. Kon licked his lips as he got in front of Jiro, giving that cock a few more strokes before taking it into his mouth.

“Ooohhhfff~! God, I missed this!” Jiro almost came right there, but managed to hold himself back, more for Kon’s sake as he didn’t want to end the tiger’s fun so early. But the more Kon worked his cock with that sweet mouth of his, the more difficult it became to control himself, even more so when the tiger took every inch down his throat with little to no issues, very little gag-reflexes on that feline.

Kon had plenty of experience with big cocks like Jiro’s, but he never got this much pleasure out of blowing someone like he was getting now from servicing the wolf. Using long movements as he pulled away till the fat head remained then going back down to the base, his throat bulging out each time his snout pressed firmly against Jiro’s crotch bush, taking in the clean smell of shampoo and conditioner. A bit disappointing as he wanted to smell the wolf’s natural musk, but maybe another time.

Jiro was quickly reaching his limit, biting down on his lower lip as bits of drool trailed down the sides of his mouth, eyes crossing as he waged a war against himself for control, but sadly he was quickly losing. “K-Kon… fuck! G-Getting close h-h-here!” Hearing that, Kon actually doubled his efforts, causing the wolf’s entire body to jolt and twitch in pleasure. “K-Kon! C-Cumming!” He grabbed onto the tiger’s hair and yanked him off, but it was too late as he started blasting away, spraying Kon’s face and chest uncontrollably with copious amounts of wolf cum.

His orgasm lasted a solid minute of non-stop spurting before he finally calmed down. “Fuck… man, I needed this. Sorry about the mess, hehe.” He bashfully apologized as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Well, glad you had fun.” Kon laughed at that as he grabbed a nearby hose to wash the cum out of his face and chest.

“Want me to return the favor?” Jiro asked as he reached over to the feline’s throbbing cock.

“NO!” Kon suddenly jumped and turned away while covering his crotch, suddenly acting all bashful as his face almost turned completely red. “I-I-I’ll take care of it later. You just have fun with your bath!” And he just raced out of there with a speed that would make a cheetah jealous.

“Was it something I said?” Jiro, confused by this outcome tilted his head to the side as he asked.

After calming down a bit, Kon got dressed and ready to start the day. He was looking through the kitchen cabinets for some cereal when his phone rang, someone was calling, and the name of the caller made the tiger’s blood run cold. He hesitated for a second before picking up and accepting the call. “H-Hello?”

“You’re late, boy.” Came the gruff voice of his ‘boss’. “The phone rang three times. You should’ve picked up after just one.”

“S-Sorry, sir. Was distracted.”

“No matter, I’ve sent someone to pick you up. We need to talk. Do NOT be late again.” And that was it for that call.

Kon heard a car honking just outside the fences of Jiro’s house. He already was in hot water with the boss, so he was just about to dash right out the door… but then he remembered the wolf, so with quick thinking, he sent a text to him that read [Heading out to meet someone. Be back soon.] then rushed out the door to the pick up truck waiting for him outside.

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The place was an abandoned warehouse located in the outskirts of the city, turned into a makeshift gym for thugs and criminals from all over the city, but mostly used by the men working for the organization that Kon was tangled up with.

The leader’s office was the cleanest and tidiest room in the whole place, while everywhere was covered in dust and grime, this office was sparkling so much it was almost blinding, decorated with the finest oak flooring and the fanciest wallpaper, filled with all kinds of fancy decorations.

The leader sat on his desk, flanked by four of his most loyal goons, beside him stood the same jackass who tried forcing himself on Kon, while the tiger sat in front of him, looking absolutely terrified. This man, Clark Antons Jr, was this heavily bulky doberman with a messy hairstyle, his neck and hand adorned with all kinds of golden accessories as he was dressed in the most fashionable suit.

“So… I heard you’ve been causing trouble.” The canine said in an impatient tone, one finger tapping the desk. “And shacking up with someone outside the organization. What? Our accommodations are not enough for you?”

“Not that, sir… it just happened…” Kon replied, barely above a whisper.

“Well, Larry here says otherwise.” The leader said as he gestured to the komodo dragon, who stood behind him wrapped in bandages all over, even standing with a crutch and had one arm in a sling, looking like a mummy.

‘Oh, you lying sonuvabitch!’ Kon growled in his mind as he knew for a fact that this faking dingus was NOT hurt THAT much.

“Yeah, boss! I saw ‘em being all lovey-dovey with each other!” ‘Larry’ squeaked out, with a sadistic grin spread on his face as he glared menacingly at the tiger.

“It’s not like that, honest!” Kon tried defending himself.

But the leader clearly wasn’t having it. “Doesn’t matter. You know what happens when you mess with a client.” That made Kon sweat bullets, for Clark, reputation was everything and a good reputation meant good business, so he won’t allow for anyone, ANYONE to sully the gang’s reputation, especially with a customer. Even if that ‘customer’ was someone from inside the gang itself. “Perhaps we should talk to your little boyfriend, then? He seems to be pretty loaded, and Larry here had to pay a pretty penny to get fixed up.” Hearing that, Larry acted all hurt, fake wincing and whining, ‘shakily’ standing on his crutch.

“Wait, no! I’ll pay for it! I’ll find some way, please!” Kon quickly spoke up, not wanting Jiro to be dragged into this mess.

“Good to know.” Clark had this menacing and predatory grin spreading on his face. “We have a pretty big fight in a few days' time. You’ll be participating.” Kon relaxed a bit, nothing out of the usual here. “Against Hector.” Clark took a sadistic pleasure in seeing all of the blood and color drain from Kon’s face.

“Heh… hehe… Y-You can’t be serious, right?” Kon’s heart plummeted straight down to his stomach. Hector was one of Clark’s most prized fighters, and he was an opponent that no one wanted to be up against.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Clark crossed his fingers together in a smug fashion. “You screwed up, big time, cub. Now it’s time to pay up. Of course, we can always bring your boyfriend down here to fight in your stead. Heard he is quite the accomplished fighter.”

Suddenly, a strange but powerful fire lit up right under Kon’s feet, angry veins popping on the side of his head as he jumped to his feet, the very idea of this scumbag threatening Jiro set him off like a firework. “Listen here, asshole! I’m the one you want, you’re beef is with me, got it! So you leave Jiro out of it! Ya hear!?” His outburst was followed by a deafening silence.

But then, similar angry veins appeared on Clark’s head, but he didn’t lose that ominous smirk of his. “Oh? So the kitty cat regained his fangs, I see.” He slowly stood up from his chair, towering menacingly over Kon… then firmly grabbed him by the face and pulled him close. “Do I have to pluck them for you again? Or better yet, let Hector do it for me?”

“Whatever you choose. Your beef is with me and no one else.” Kon repeated, holding firm to his determination.

Clark was about to say something else when *BOOM* the whole building shook from an explosion somewhere. “What’s happening!?” Soon after, there was a lot of commotion, lots of screams and cries for more men, but they just ended up being beaten by the intruders who barged in.

Suddenly, one of the thugs barged into the office, sweating and out of breath as he slammed the door behind him, pressing his back against it. “Sir! We have an intruder! W-We can’t hold him back! He’s just-” *CRASH* The door was kicked down and over the poor goon, soon the intruder casually stepped in, stepping over the fallen door and thug.

“Yohoo! I’d apologize for the door, but I’m not really in a pleasant mood right now.” Jiro said as he cracked his knuckles.

“J-Jiro!?” Kon asked in complete shock.

“Now then…” Jiro lifted one hand, tensing and crackling his knuckles as his hand was engulfed by a raging, blue flame. “I suggest you let go of the feline before you lose your finger. Small warning: I haven’t had my breakfast yet, so I’m feeling quite peckish right now.” He said that with a menacing grin that overlapped Clark’s own.