Down for the Count
Tetsuo came to me out of nowhere. Everyone else I had ever ended up collaborating with had been someone I approached first, but Tetsuo came up to me and began doing 3D renderings of my characters right out of the box as appreciation for my stories. I was surprised, and pleased, and immediately began writing stories for him. Since all he wanted was for me to stick with his theme of boxing, the stories came quick and easy, and soon we were exchanging stories and pictures back and forth on a regular basis, although this would come to a halt once we both became more involved in our real lives.
The first story that I ever wrote for him was one that was intended to go with a series of images he had rendered for me of his bunny-boy Ian boxing with Roland. It was the first time I had ever needed to write a story to go with existing images instead of the other way around, and as I was trying to quit writing fur porn in favor of something more “serious,” I was careful never to mention my name in the work. This would later be both silly and moot, since Roland would appear in almost every story I wrote for Tetsuo.
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Down for the Count
Roland Guiscard is © Himself, all other characters © Tetsuo
The young fox panted as he sat in his corner. He was in the red corner, with gloves and shoes to match, and across the way sat his opponent, likewise garbed in blue. But at the moment, the fox was much more distracted by what was going on between his legs. Neither he nor the bunny were wearing boxing shorts, and both of them were getting some in-depth pre-game attention from their corner girls. The fox was a bit worried that this action might affect his performance in the ring, but he was much too pleased by the motions of the attractive young vixen to even consider asking her to stop. He had no
idea a tongue could even do what it was doing now.
“Now watch out for his left hook…” said Laine as she kept licking and lapping at the fox’s shaft. He could barely hear her, and the best response he could give was a light nod. “And his right uppercuts are a sure knockout. I know you’re no pro, that you’re just doing this for kicks, but that doesn’t mean that Ian isn’t going to pummel you into a pulp if he gets half a chance.” The fox was still nodding, and he decided that Laine needed to do less talking and more sucking. He gently pressed down on her head with one of his gloved hands to let her know he appreciate her advice but was much more interested in her other mouthy talents, and that she should get to it. She sighed and rolled her eyes, as if she had a feeling he wouldn’t listen, and began to work him hard.
Soon, Laine was throating the fox deep, her hand moving up and down rapidly to stroke whatever part of his shaft wasn’t in her muzzle as she bobbed. He gripped her red hair as best he could as she continued to move him, the world beginning to spin and blur as he felt a powerful, almost mind-blowing orgasm build up and go off in his loins. It caught him off guard and he almost fell out of his corner chair as he filled up Laine’s muzzle, but the vixen was much more prepared and guzzled him down greedily. Licking her lips and wiping off what was left with the back of her hand, she grinned at him craftily. “Well, I suppose I was kind of helping you to not listen to me, but don’t come home crying to me when Ian lays you flat without even breaking a sweat.”
***
The fox whimpered as he felt the air whoosh out of his lungs, thanks to a well placed blow into the breadbasket. Though he had not fought before, he was not a professional boxer, and the rabbit Ian seemed almost to be toying with him. He tried desperately to punch the rabbit, but Ian bounced from side to side with the sort of speed and agility lapines always seemed to have. It was frustrating, as were the punches, and the fox desperately tried to push forward. But
try as he might, he was still getting backed into a corner, and he was beginning to wonder if this really was a good idea as he had thought.
Without warning there was a sudden sharp pain on the side of his face, and then it felt as though his entire body was being lifted by his chin. His teeth rammed together, and he felt his brain begin to spin as the world went blurry. He had no idea such a small, light fellow as Ian could possibly hit him so hard. His whole body seemed to collapse in pain, to give out and move from beneath him. He hit the mat hard, and when he came to the count had already begun. Grabbing hold of the ropes he whimpered and draped himself over them, waiting for that number “10” to finally come out of the judge’s mouth. He was too tired, too beaten to keep going.
***
It was a good while before Ian finished collecting his accolades, but the fox had not yet left the ring. This was, after all, no ordinary boxing match, and it had no ordinary prize for the winner. The fox had known this, and even though he’d lost the match, he knew he was up for a little fun. He could hear Ian tromping up behind him, and he pretended to still be too beat up to fight back.
“I was hoping I’d win after I caught sight of that ass of yours, fox…Now if you’ll be a good boy, I’m very eager to claim my prize.” The fox looked over his shoulder somewhat nonchalantly, although he was already breathing hard again. Ian was sporting a rather impressive boner, especially for a rabbit, and he was kneading it gently in his gloved hands.
The fox let himself be positioned, and tried not to moan too loudly as the bunny gently prodded his tailhole. He couldn’t avoid gasping when it was shoved in, though, and he whimpered as he felt it sink in slowly filling and stuffing him. All in all, not a bad sensation considering he was the loser. Ian was taking his time as well, ensuring that things were slow and deliberate, and that the maximum amount of pleasure was pulled out of each moment.
“Hey Heather, you helped me out, you should get some of this prize too.” Ian’s corner girl, a sexy lithe bunny with similarly shaded gray fur, made her way to the side of the ring that Roland had collapsed into. Gently sliding up under the ropes, she put herself up against the pole and spread her legs wide, giving the fox a good look at her delicate nethers. Either the sight of Ian in action or the fight that preceded it had warmed her up, as she was already quite wet and glistening. The fox licked and slurped at her gently, causing her to moan and squirm in the corner. It wasn’t exactly easy to give her proper attention with Ian pounding him in the rear, especially once he shifted his legs to get better leverage, but it was still worth trying even as he got pounded into the canvas by that big bunny shaft.
After some long but enjoyable time spent humping and slurping in the corner, the fox and the two bunnies piled on top of him found that they were all done, and there were big globs of splatter left behind for the cleanup crew to deal with. They were all panting and gasping for air, and the fox felt that the rush of endorphins from the sex had done a good job numbing the pain from Ian’s powerful blows. Had he not been so completely exhausted, he would have considered getting up off the canvas for a second round, inevitable loss be damned. But as it was, he could barely manage to crawl towards the edge of the ring. Behind him, Ian staggered to his feet, his half-hard dick still dribbling spooge from it’s recent conquest.
“Well, that was certainly a sweet victory, fox…So, when’s our rematch?”