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Deep in the darkness of a city by the bay, the lights blaring with a scream across the waters now sodden by oily shadows, where the neon glare polluted the sky now devoid of all stars, there was a trembling undercurrent of violence that filtered through the depths. Even after the wave of crime had gone down in recent years, and gangs had broken up the length of the city, no one could ever fully rest.

The carnival provided some relief, a large pierside amusement park with long romantic boardwalks, a sprawling arcade, and an exceptional variety of rides such as the Pirate Ship with its creaking old ballasts of swinging lanterns, and the Alien Hive with its Gigeresque shapes of nightmares within.

When the carnival wasn't littered with graffiti overnight, and the remnants of fights from hooligans that chose its after-hours as a battleground to test their mettle, it was a startling place of excitement and wonder for most of the city's folk. Not for the one known as Roo, standing outside a bar along Gibson Street with a sour look on his dusty snout.

"Pfft, bloody drongos."

He said this with a smile and a wistful sigh, leaning his head back as the ferris wheel kept turning and the scream of the rollercoasters turned to a visual wavelength on the horizon. In his later years, the kangaroo had grown taller, stronger, and wiser than his younger misbegotten days. He only ever wore a pair of torn denim shorts, along with a studded choker that once had a chain attached to it.

Bandages wrapped round his sturdy legs, just above his enormous feet of long marsupial strength, giant thighs like coiled springs wrapped in fur above his large flexible tail that he bounced on in his boredom, puffing his snout with a little ditty in his head.

"Dude you really gotta do this?" a voice said from the road.

"I can't let that bitch get away with it," said another, "I got my rep."

"Man nobody knows about your rep, you work at Denny's."

"HEY, shut the fuck up, it's a job alright?!"

"I'm not saying it's not I'm just saying you can't worry about this!"

Despite the song wrapping round his mind, Roo kept his senses sharp at the fox and the wolf approaching in red shirts. The road was painted purple and gold by puddles from the rain, the clouds having scattered but the watery lights still smeared across the pavement.

"Oi." His arm barred the door of the pub. "bar's closed."

"Is it?" The wolf looked up at the sign. "Still on ain't it?"

"Bar's closed, especially to you Michael."

"That's not my name."

"You were barred last week fer gropin' the staff."

"Well I'm just gonna talk it over with-"

"Nope."

Roo stepped out in front with his body looming over them.

"Only one way yer gettin' in this bar, an' I hope you got a great left hook."

"Dude come on," the fox pulled him back, "we can find a better place."

"The fuck I am," snapped Michael shoving him away, "you best step aside rooboy."

"Try me." The roo leaned forwards. "No one in this bar's gonna take shit from a root rat."

With a snarl the wolf reached into his pocket, resulting in the bouncer slamkicking both feet into the thug's chest as he went rolling across the road and hit the railing on the other side. Roo kept bouncing on his tail, looking to the fox as if daring him to try who instead chose to back off and help his friend.

"Come back again, I'll put me foot up yer arse."

"F-fucking spring-heeled-ass bitch-"

"Dude, leave it." The fox pulled him up, "come on, we got that place on 78th."

"Yeah yeah whatever."

With a grumbling snarl and a secret flip-off to the smiling marsupial, the wolf staggered off with a heaving gasp as he clutched his chest. Time kept on ticking, the clock on the ferris wheel visible to him in glistening lights as he kept singing a house club mix in his head.

"When you're in town and Ebeneezer's around, you can sense a presence in the sound of the crowd, E gets 'em all at it, the party starts rocking, the people get excited, it's time to shout loud!"

A little dance started rocking in his head as he did a few bops on the scene, punching the air to the rhythm of the beat on the lonely street at the dark of night. The lights would flicker with every twitch of the foot that he made in his step, pounding and bouncing, ducking and bobbing with his barehanded fists as the time would pass and the ocean churned.

The sounds of the sea would roll with his punches, Dempsey style as his fists became a blur, brown and black as he bounced back on his tail and slammed against the rail between him and the sea. The hard steel would bend with a crack, his full force told by a brutal crunch as he looked down the length of the bannister, every step of it bent and crooked, the song still running through his head.

"Eezer Goode Eezer Goode, mm-mm-mmmph, Ebeneezer Goode, Eezer Goode Eezer Goode, mm-mm-mmmph, Ebeneezer Goode!"

Suddenly the spell was broken. Once upon a time he remembered a dance club, the smell of sweating bodies and screaming lights stultifying his senses, the crunch of wooden tables and that ever-present song with its taunting cockney beat.

But now he was a Cinderella man, boxing on a quiet street at the stroke of midnight, the chime of the carnival awakening its spellbound residents from their reverie. The kangaroo turned to the rising metropolis above the bar, the skyscraper vistas of half-naked cats and saucy cars turning to broken dreams on the pavement's puddles.

The bar itself was titled "249" by its glaring purple font, promising to offer good company, reasonable drinks and VR games in a safe environment. With his own set of keys, he locked up the front door, and waved goodbye to the bartender who made his way out back."

"See ya Kaz."

"Thanks for the help," said a voice disappearing, "money's on the counter, tell Jamesy thanks when he's done."

"No worries mate."

The back door through the storage closed shut, leaving the place empty at last. The bar had two floors with a classic brick wall and hard tables covering the ground floor with a moody punk lighting of soft blue tones. The 249 was named after the old train station that had once run through this district. Now it had been levelled by gentrification and had several businesses built over the old underground rails.

The walls would honour it history with signs and pieces of metal scavenged from below. Sleeper rails now supported the second floor hanging above the counter, the track-changer a convenient light to tell customers when they were open or closed, and lastly the doors of old trains smothered in artful graffiti had been salvaged and plasted to the walls for posterity.

On the second floor was an arcade, some classic cabinets of beat-em-ups from back in the day, with one corner was closed off showing several screens of felt. Beside those were VR helmets for different high-octane adventures, from advanced racing circuits, to daring sword-fights against villainous warriors of space.

Beyond the tables of the first floor however, next to the bar counter, was a dark dismal maintenance tunnel where Roo descended with careful hops of the twisting steps. Several rooms branched out from the former railroad's subterrane, where power boards and circuits had been rewired to fit the locals' needs as the bouncer hopped towards the only well-lit room.

"Alrigh' cunt?!" he smiled from the doorjamb. "You gone blind yet or wot?"

"What?!" shouted a voice from inside. "What do you mean blind?!"

"Well considerin' yer down 'ere wankin' or starin' at the screens that's doubling it up."

"Pfffft, I don't do that down here, I have that at home!"

"Oh good, cuz we don't pay you enough fer that."

The room was a large former gym, a boxing ring at its centre with training dummies and punching bags left old and dusted around the place, the walls showing tattered banners of old triumphs from days of yore. At one corner of the room was a wide desk with two monitors, one full of green lines and the other besmirched with smaller windows inside its screen, a large towering server stacked against the wall with a humming burn that filled the air.

Sitting at the desk was a griffon of pale wings and purple tips to all his feathers. His sharp grey beak turned a chemical cyan from the glare of the screens, the wisp of a goatee hanging underneath as he turned in his chair.

LIke Roo he was barefoot, large sandy paws like a lion but more human-like with sharp nails, leather pads and soft beans, a straggly tail hanging out the seat of his loose jeans. Jamesy always wore a vest, studded with badges and full of thumb drives in every single pocket, a world of knowledge kept close to his heart.

"You rooted yet?" asked the roo.

"Ugh, this wi-fi is such shit," the bird threw his hands, "it's like Nokia made this or something!"

"Don't use phones meself, if I want something round 'ere I just holler for it."

"I wish you could grab more bars on this fucking thing, I swear it's going backwards."

"Wouldn't know, I never can."

"Wait, wha?"

"Yeah can't walk backwards," Roo pulled up his long foot, "not with these bastards."

"Mmmm," the griffon stared across his thick sole, "that why you never leave a fight?"

"Well, not just that," the bouncer rolled his neck, "oi, eyes up 'ere."

"Heh, sorry," Jamesy looked up, "just appreciating them paws."

"Ohhh I knew you do."

Roo stretched out his foot to let him see his long thick claws and the massive sandy pads studded with dirt. The far-reaching heel at the back always fascinated Jamesy for the strong muscular tension it had, like a cable beneath his skin.

"Maybe I oughta put shoes on to tease ya," said the marsupial.

"Can you even get shoes?" the bird smirked.

"Nah, my feet're too big," the roo bounced back on his tail with arms crossed on his belly, "wot's your excuse cunt?"

"My excuse?" Jamesy looked down at his furry feet.

"Going all hippie granola an' not wearing shoes, you could find plenty that fit ya."

"I just like feeling the world under my feet," he shrugged, "we're not like the humans who need them because they don't have pads."

"Yeaaaah thas true," Roo waggled his own giant feet before him, "only ones who 'ad 'em were fancy pommy bastards lookin' to put me down in the ring."

"Right..." Jamesy's eyes wandered to Roo's long leathery pads, "feet like ours are tough enough to deal with stones and shit, so why waste the money?"

"Fair 'nuff. I know humans are soft little twats, they need it but not folks like us. I been in plenty rooms with broken glass an' shit that it never cut up me paws, plus it's good to feel vibrations when the manatj come round."

"The...manazh?" Jamesy squinted.

"S'an aboriginal term, nicest way to call a constable...a noisy li'l bastard that sticks its beak where it don't belong."

His smile said many things, none of which Jamesy would understand as an odd wistful look came in Roo's eyes. His ears twitched as he put his feet back down, and just for a moment in that windowless gym, he heard a song from the old springs. The call of the manatj, and the dreamtime therein.

"You want a cold one?" he asked softly.

"OH, sure," Jamesy nodded looking up from Roo's feet, "I'll come up when I'm done!"

"Nice, boordawan."

Hopping back to the bar with a slow wavering step, Roo left him be whilst Jamesy kept typing away on his keyboards. Some code-changing here, an odd email there, checking on the wi-fi that still continued to flick back and forth as he checked through various subnets.

Jamesy felt his body cringe every time he looked at that bar drip back down, silently cursing whoever set this up in the first place and contemplating a very brief vengeance for this terrible inconvenience. He closed his eyes for a moment to hear the full hum of his PC, the towers at his feet and the wires twisting behind like a gorgon in her sleep.

It was a soothing noise, that dull brimming fan amplified by the small room to make the walls shudder warmly. Then something clicked, and he suddenly remembered a particular address within this area. He tapped it into the wi-fi setup, and sure enough the magic set of numbers shot the bars straight back to full as he clapped his face and sighed with relief.

Lumbering up the stairs, the soft light of the bar welcomed him as he saw Roo at the counter, playing the bartender as he slid over a rum and coke towards the griffon, whilst he himself had a glass of bourbon.

"How's the bugs downstairs?" Roo asked.

"Good!" the bird sat down. "Finally fixed the wi-fi, it's all bars now."

"Niiice, thanks a lot Jamesy." The marsupial slid him a few dollar bills. "Here ya go."

"Thanks!" Jamesy pocketed his cash. "Any problems from the board?"

"Pffft like they care," Roo downed his shot glass in a gulp, "they woulda kept the station open if they did."

"You know that was before we got here, you don't get to complain."

"Nah I do, that excuse don't fly with me."

"You can vent in the ring downstairs if you like?" Jamesy thumbed back to the door. "We're the only ones that use it."

"Yeah cuz I make ya," Roo jabbed him, "weren't fer me yer legs woulda given out months ago like sum galah."

"I'm not lazy! I walk down here every day, I don't even take the subway!"

"Well you can't can ya, cuz them bastards got rid of it!"

"Snrrk, yeaaah...also it smells real bad, the line to get here I mean, it's the only arcade here that's not the park."

"That place is too bloody expensive," Roo tapped his giant foot, "that said, the Hive's pretty sick."

"Oh yeah that ride is awesome, the Nostromo part always scares the shit out of me!"

"I can't 'andle them eggs, that fucking noise when they open UGH!"

Both of them shivered as they kept drinking up, Roo having had three shots of bourbon by this point just to loosen up for the night.

"So what was the problem?" asked the kangaroo leaning on the bar.

"Subnet address was all fucked," Jamesy drank again, "who set up that thing in the first place?!"

"The service provider, what they do a bad job?"

"Did they throw darts at the board and GUESS the numbers, cuz that's what it looked like!"

"Well good thing we hired ya," Roo toasted his glass, "yer the numbers guy, I just do the foightin'."

"I can fight too!" Jamesy patted his chest.

"Yeah but you don't get paid fer it, that's my job, you do that yer just freelancing."

"So if there's a fight right now, and I get in and help, no money?"

"Fuck no, you get free drinks, that's payment enough righ'?"

"Ehhh, that's true," the bird shrugged, "if you did any hacking stuff you wouldn't get paid, right?"

"I don't touch computers," the marsupial swivelled in his seat, "too much pissing around with numbers, didn't do any of that meself."

"You were bad in math class?"

"Wouldn't know...never been to school."

He smiled bitterly as his hand slipped up to his collar, tugging slightly at the remnant of the chain hanging off its front as Jamesy frowned a little.

"Where'd you learn hacking anyways?" Roo shifted the topic. "Don't think they taught that in community college."

"I learned on the street," the bird grinned leaning back, "found a local club on IRC, went down and taught me black hat stuff."

"Black hat?"

"The illegal hacking, as opposed to white hat, which is hacking to help companies."

"You wot, companies hire hackers?" The kangaroo scoffed, rolling his drink.

"Oh yeah," Jamesy drank up his rum, "some people get hired to show companies 'hey you missed a spot in your firewall', it's like uhhh, hiring a former thief to show you how your house is not safe."

"Shoulda just gotten a cop." Roo poured himself another glass. "They're the same thing except a thief's honest about it. So wot sorta things you learned with this gang?"

"Ohhh you know," the bird shrugged, "decorrupting files, piggybacking a fax machine off an MP3-"

"Wait, wait, wot? Now I know yer pullin' me leg."

"No I'm serious!" Jamesy pulled out a simple non-brand MP3 player. "I convert statements the fax machine scanned into sounds, then I take it elsewhere, use some OCR, and it rebuilds the data back into a picture."

"How the bloody 'ell you make a picture outta music?!"

"Audio's just an analog form of data," the griffon smiled pocketing his player, "I can take a picture of you, turn it into an MP3, no problem."

"Wot would that even sound like?"

"Bad, it's just noise."

"Huh...wot about me dick?"

"Any picture you want," Jamesy waggled his brows.

"Well, you don't need a picture with me," Roo leaned in close, "I'm flesh an' blood...a lot of it."

"Hell yeah you are." The bird leaned in closer. "Am I gonna be seeing it tonight?"

"If you're up for a li'l scrap. Lemme just get me cash and we'll make use of that room downstairs."

They bumped fists and took one last drink, shaking their heads clear before they walked off back downstairs.

Into the depths of the bar, they returned to the old boxing gym where the PC kept humming away with its server and modem. It offered a gentle atmosphere, that soft low noise trembling in the background as Jamesy climbed into the ring and Roo simply jumped a tremendous leap over the ropes to slam his feet on the canvas.

He brought two pairs of boxing gloves off the wall, red for him and blue for James. The ones he had were old and worn with stitches and plasters, beloved and well-weathered with more than a few faded spots from the battles he had.

"Alright," Roo cricked his neck, "let's see if any o' them lessons kept stick in yer head."

"I did good last time," said the griffon wrapping on his gloves, "don't be too soft on me!"

"Heheh...wotever you say."

In truth Roo always had to be soft on him. Not out of disrespect, but out of genuine safety for his lethal weapons that he started to bounce on with gentle thuds of the canvas. The bird with his loose jeans jangled with his secure vest, starting to bounce on his sandy paws.

"Remember," said Roo, "no bell round 'ere, the fight stops when one of us goes down."

"Got it." The bird bumped gloves with him. "There a prize if I win?"

"Suuuure. IF you win."

The smile of the older boxer gave him goosebumps, as the bird tried not to look at the thick powerful legs that the kangaroo hopped on, his natural gait giving him a tall imposing build of 6'8'' over the bird's 6'3''. Long feral feet with thickly-coiled thighs, springing his body with a natural step that exhuded sheer power from the trembling

His rumbling chuckle filled out from his naked chest, as he came in close for the first punch straight for Jamesy's head to keep him on his guard before they started dancing around the ring. The bird started mimicking Roo's bounce, keeping in motion with him to try and find a rhythm as the kangaroo bobbed and swung with brief little jabs.

Jamesy swerved with a punch to the side, but the kangaroo blocked with his backhand and shoved him away before driving a soft haymaker to clip the side of the bird's beak. He stumbled with surprise, but held his ground and turned with an uppercut to Roo's jaw to make his head rear back. The boxer chuckled with approving nod before he suddenly ducked forwards, and slammed a harder fist into the bird's chest to make him squawk.

"Never let yer guard down," he tutted, "be a shame fer a cunt like you to get his beak snapped off."

"HNNGH...heh, better that than my USB."

The bird smiled with a bobbing weave as he kept light on his paws, waiting for a chance to break through Roo's guard as the marsupial put up his fists. Sometimes the roo would lower his guard on purpose, watching to see if the griffon took the bait. But he was wise to his old ways and kept dancing around him, before suddenly dodging right and lashing out for Roo's ear.

The bouncer ducked leaving Jamesy reaching too far, receiving an elbow that pushed in his belly with a grind before an uppercut knocked him backwards. Flapping out his wings to regain his balance, the griffon pushed forwards again and made a surprisingly swift strike that swung from above the kangaroo's head, and bonked him on the scalp.

"OOF! Heh...not bad, nice recovery," he smiled with a sidestep to face him, "alright, I think you're loose enough."

"Nah," said Jamesy with a happy bounce, "my ass will be after this."

"Hahah, maybe...[b]if yer a good boy.[/b]"

His voice dropped an octave with a creeping growl, making the bird shiver with a twitch through his tail. With their sparring now over, they tightened their muscles to psyche themselves up before Jamesy came forth with a testing jab for the roo's face. The marsupial dodged easily, then blocked the second punch the griffon tried before striking the beak with his elbow.

With Jamesy on the back foot, Roo came in close with a double-punch to the face then a wild right hook that crunched the griffon's jaw. The pale bird stumbled to the side but kept his footing, swerving past a powerful lunge of Roo's fist towards his stomach to bash the marsupial's head with a spinning backhand.

"NNNGH! Not bad fer a cybercunt!"

"Takes one to know one," Jamesy grinned as they stepped back.

The kangaroo bounced towards him with a sudden leap, surprising the griffon who jumped back in response. A terrible mistake he was punished for when Roo chased him with a double-fist slam from above in a higher leap, driving the bird's head straight to the canvas in a hard bounce.

Groaning from the dizzying headache, Jamesy rolled back up with his eyes shut and clapped his cheeks to straighten his sight. When Roo tried to taunt him with a rolling of his hands, the bird jabbed his face to surprise him, then swung a haymaker to punch him aside. But the kangaroo pretended to fall, tricking the griffon to come after, turning his body to fall on his tail which bent hard like a spring.

He didn't use the full force of his feet, but enough to kick Jamesy across the ring and cause him to bounce off the ropes and come reeling back towards him. The griffon corrected himself in time with a hard flap of his wings and ducked under the clothesline arm of the marsupial waiting, with a devious corkscrew turn of his body to hammerstrike Roo's head.

"NRRRGH!" He turned to face Jamesy. "Heh, yer a sneaky bastard eh?!"

"I had a good teacher," the bird smiled bouncing on his feet, "tired yet?"

"Nah. But you will be after I fucked you out."

A lick of his lips made Jamesy shiver with excitement, which let his guard down for a sudden headbutt that burned through his skull, blinded by a red light flickering through his brain as Roo wound up his punch ready for a huge slam. Jamesy rolled with a flap of his wing to evade the huge swing, kicking out the kangaroo's leg to make him stagger and pivot on his other foot.

The bird came close for an overhead punch, but the marsupial made a horse kick behind him to slow his opponent down and force Jamesy to block it. With a sudden twist on his other foot, Roo made a spinning kick that cracked against the griffon's head and sent him staggering to his knees for a moment, with a brief fit of fury causing him to drive his head straight into Roo's chest in a mean headbutt.

"DHHHF!" the Australian coughed stepping back. "Ergh...now I know yer learning."

"I told you I wasn't lazy," Jamesy pushed himself up clutching himself, "wouldn't have taught me if you thought I was."

"Course not," Roo rolled his neck, "so let's stop pissing around, wot you say?"

"Yeah." The bird smiled. "Let's get rough."

They both took off their gloves, unsnapping the velcro and tossing them out the ring with a devious grin as they relaxed their stances to a more natural state, a less professional form as Roo came in first with a double-swing of his fists. It was a trick to make Jamesy think his opponent was unbalanced, the bird dodging aside to go for a body blow before the kangaroo drrove his elbow hard in the bird's face to knock him back.

The griffon stood his ground however and grabbed the kangaroo's head, trapping him in an armlock and bending him over to punch him twice in the face before Roo jumped forwards and rolled across the ring to force Jamesy to release him. Rolling back up, the marsupial lunged with a mighty bounce but this time the griffon swerved to his side, not falling for the same trick twice.

When the kangaroo followed up with another double-fist from above, Jamesy flapped up from the side with a flying uppercut, crunching Roo's belly with a gust of wind driving his fist up higher causing the roo to fall back hard on the canvas. The bird landed on top of him, straddling his chest as he started pummelling his face with savage blows.

The first seven punches he wasn't thinking, the bloodlust of a fight briefly taking hold of Jamesy before Roo suddenly bit his hand, causing the bird to yelp and pull back by instinct. The kangaroo bunched up his legs and with a mighty kick threw the bird high in the air, causing him to squawk and panic before Jamesy recovered his senses and made a slow circling glide above his opponent.

Staring at each other's battered faces and bruising welts forming on their chests, the kangaroo bounced higher than ever to meet him in the air. Jamesy charged for him, knowing Roo's feet had less kick in the air as he took the hit to his belly, to make a drive-by punch through the marsupial's jaw.

Bouncing down to the canvas, Roo kept his balance from the stunning blow and watched the griffon still circling above like a vulture. With a bound and a leap, he went straight for the front of Jamesy and with one solid rising kick, crunched the top of his foot straight into the griffon's balls making his eyes almost pop from his head.

"[i]A-AAAAAIIIIGH![/i]"

"You wanna fly HIGH do ya?!"

Jamesy sputtered trying to keep flapping, the burning sting in his bollocks like a thermal reactor as he was left wide open for Roo's second attack. Flapping downwards with a twitching spasms through his wings, he could only watch as Roo slammed his foot straight into Jamesy's crotch with a shooting-star kick.

At that same moment, the kangaroo grabbed the bird's shoulders and brought him plummeting back to earth in a piledriver, crunching Jamesy onto the canvas with his full weight. The weak and wounded griffon couldn't even push himself up, not before the roo stood on top of him with his long hard foot planting straight on his plums.

"Better get up in ten, countdown's ticking."

"N-NNNGH, HNNNNGH!"

"One...two...three."

"A-AAGH,. HNNNH!"

With each number he stomped on Jamesy's balls, soft at first but increasing the force with each passing second. At 1 it felt like a gentle slap, stinging only from the previous blow that had squished his orbs hard in his jeans. At 4 it felt like a meaty punch to make his bollocks swell in a pinkish-red in his jeans. At 6 it was a hard stomp, and at 8 they were flattened.

"HAA-AAAAGH, [i]NNNNGH![/i]"

"Eight and a haaaaaalf," Roo teased, "Eight aaaaand three-fourths."

"M-MMMMMPH!"

"You wanna push me off? Better try harder."

To emphasise his strength he put his other foot on Jamesy's face. The hot scent of his strong marsupial feet helped soothe the griffon between harder crunching stomps that squished and popped his balls out the sides of his massive paw. A shuddering moan escaped the bird's beak, dragging across the thick sole as he sniffed deep of the earthy scent.

Shivers ran through his body between the pain and the smothering, closing his eyes to focus on the scents of brick cobble dust, damp wooden floorboards and musty subway tunnel. Adding to this was the warm furry smell of a hot-and-bothered roo, thickening droplets of sweat between his hairs and that long leathery set of pads that spread over the griffon's beak.

The ninth stomp scraped his balls against the canvas with a hard drag of his heel, grinding back and forth to flatten out his plums with an audible squishing that made Jamesy twist his legs with gasping moans and muffling screams. The final stomp, Roo pulled his foot back entirely with a bounce up high, before crushing the entire crotch so hard that the canvas bounced underneath.

"[i]MMMMHHHH! M-mmmmhhhh...[/i]"

"Heheheh...oh we're not done yet."

Grabbing Jamesy by the scruff of his collar, Roo dragged him up on his feet to suddenly knee him in the bollocks, a crushing jab that felt like a triangle piercing between his plums with a splitting force as his legs quivered in a stuttering gasp. The kangaroo also felt Jamesy tighten his jeans with an evident pulse of something hard and thick.

"Dirty wee cunt, aren't ya?" He said with a deepening purr. "You luv a nice big roo puttin' ya down, dontcha?"

"[i]Y-y-yes," the griffon moaned, "[i]fuck, you're so buff, you're like made of dumbbells-MMMMPH![/i]"

"You got that right bitch." He whispered grinding his knee in the balls. "All muscle, all organic...'cept I'm not healthy for ya."

"[i]F-fuck me up good then...I want you to be bad for me.[/i]"

"Already am."

Another savage slam of the knee as Roo let go, causing James to stagger back towards the corner of the ring and slump against the corner. Swaggering forth in a pounding hop that shook the floor, the marsupial loomed over him before leaning back on his tail, crossing his arms with a smile.

"Spread 'em."

"A-aah...n-nooo-"

"I better not 'ave misheard that, li'l birdy. [b]Spread 'em.[/b]"

His voice dipped to a rumbling roar, causing a whimpering shiver from the griffon as he smiled sweetly. A creased look of painful excitement, he nervously opened his legs with a trembling in his paws, before the first foot came out with the force of a cannon. Squawking a sharp shriek that rang through the gym, the griffon gripped the ropes on either side to steady himself as he felt his bollocks practically smear against the corner.

Pulling back, Roo cocked his leg before firing once again, crunching it deep into the bird's jeans and twisting his long-clawed feet to make Jamesy gasp with shivering chirps. He pulled back again, and slammed out his other foot to surprise the griffon causing him to screech with a bursting throb of his shaft within his pants.

A damp spot started to form in his crotch from the gentle trickling of pre, the marsupial rubbing harder to feel the slight wetness under his long pads as he tested the firmness with a few punching stomps. He started to alternate his feet, back and forth like pistons shunting his balls, focusing one foot on each testicle that Jamesy felt being smooshed against his thigh.

"Such a bloody footslut you are eh?" he taunted. "Can't get enough o' these you cyber-hippie cunt."

"NNNNGH, HA-AAAGH! OOOOH!"

"Yeah thas righ', squawk yer arse off you kookaburra bastard."

His smile grew with wide-cut teeth, punching Jamesy's balls with spring-loaded feet back and forth to make one bollock fume with burning heat, then the other one in turn with crunching stomps that made the griffon's legs shudder in long feeble moans.

Sometimes Roo would double up, slamming both of his feet at once like a shotgun to crunch those plums into his friend's hips. A piercing sound escaped the bird as his sandy thighs fell limp from the overwhelming agony, a raw scream of his nerves all firing off at once as he spurted thicker and thicker pre in his pants.

After a few more double-stomps, Roo felt the dampness turn moist enough to make a squishing plap with every punch of his foot, smearing the pre all down Jamesy's throbbing balls as he chirped and mewled ever weaker from the flattening force. Then he would cum, a sputtering spray of drooling jizz that coated his pants and formed a thick sticky web in his crotch that turned Roo's feet wet with every crunch.

He couldn't even close his legs if he tried by this point, exhausted from the pain as Roo grabbed the bird in a headlock, pushed Jamesy's butt out and hammered the back of his heels straight into his bollocks. Five rapid slams oblitered his scrotum in a brutal jig that crunched the griffon's manhood, falling onto the canvas with a stuttering shudder.

"Ding ding ding," Roo chuckled, "righ', well, that means I win, meaning I've earned meself a special treat.

"[i]A-aaaagh...f-fuck,[/i]" Jamesy whimpered, clutching himself, "[i]f-fuck they're burning.[/i]"

"Ehh you'll be fine," the marsupial leapt out of the ring, "now I just need a li'l break an' then I'll do a li'l speedbagging."

"[i]S-speed...bagging?[/i]"

The bird whistled a sharp sound as he clutched his balls tighter, curling his toes with his ass in full view of the Roo who grabbed something under the side of the ring before leaping back in. Pulling out the seat from the corner, he sat up and tapped his feet to have Jamesy turn round and gaze upon his long luscious soles.

"Righ'," the roo held a bottle of rum in his hand, "why dontcha make yerself useful an' clean my feet up a li'l?"

"Hah...r-really?" The bird heaved.

"Wot, you gonna lie there all night? Not even gonna join me fer a drink you lazy bastard?"

"Hah...f-fuck you...aaaah."

"Don' pretend you don't like it, I felt you cum, look yer drippin' right now!"

Indeed Jamesy was, with spots of white drooling out of his jeans as he crawled over towards Roo who took a swig of rum. His long feral feet were sweating with exertion, leaving damp drags on the canvas underneath as he lifted one up before Jamesy who grabbed it firm. The hot scent of the marsupial drove him wild, throbbing hard once again as he nuzzled his beak into the pads.

"Good lad," said Roo with a grin, "don't be a bludger now, if you think yer buggered now, just wait after I'm done drinkin'."

The snarling creep of his voice made the bird shiver with excitement, stuffing his beak into the pads as he dragged his tongue across the leathery beans. Each one of them was the size of a small clementine, and each one was just as juicy with the sweat packed inside.

With his small darting tongue, the griffon started on the furry heel to make certain he would not miss a drop. Slurping up from the bottom, Jamesy panted with excitement and pain from his stinging balls, still feeling like molten lead as he gently nipped at the stronger parts of his incredible muscles.

Every time Roo flexed his foot there came pings of sweat on the bird's face, thick and strong with a salty aftertaste of a strong spice that tingled the back of his nostrils as he nuzzled deeper into the fur. The sound of the marsupial's moans made Jamesy shudder happily, suckling on the heel to draw out the flavours before working up the long Australian sole.

"Fuck," Roo murmured, "yer tongue's better than any doormat, you know that?"

"M-mmmhmm," Jamesy whimpered, "haaah...t-tastes so good."

"You fuckin' freak," he chuckled, "go on, suck the streets outta mah beans you nerd."

The tantalising pawpads excited Jamesy all the more as he took a deep whiff, shuddering at the strong heated scents of the masculine roo who flexed his arms to buff up his chest, teasing the griffon when he looked up to see the powerful body that defeated him. Taut twitching pectorals popped out of his chest, a sturdy six-pack underneath that now glistened beneath the lights.

With his small dexterous tongue, the bird dug in between the pads and slurped underneath the thick leathery orbs, hard but spongy against his tongue as he sucked the thickest droplets of sweat and scraped over the pads with the smallest of twitches from the roo's thick toes.

More of his sweat dripped down the thick claws, trickling over the beak and lathering Jamesy as he kept digging his tongue under the pads. The bird could taste everything of the city in Roo's feet, for he always took a different route every day.

There was the old worn veneer of the dockyard piers, the damp cobbles of the street outside the bar, the stony grit of the asphalt boulevard, and always the filmy dust that swept through the city. A strong earthy texture covered Roo's feet, smearing across Jamesy's tongue and filling up his maw with the hard malty taste of the streets.

"Thassit," Roo sighed, "nice an' earthy eh? Got a good year to it even?"

"M-mmmh, yeah," Jamesy panted tonguing under the pads, "s-so thick and lovely."

"You fuckin' footwhore. Alrigh'...let's add sumthin' to this luvverly bouquet, wot you reckon?"

He pulled back his foot once the bird was done cleaning it, pushing out the other one as he offered his rum.

"See 'ow you like this fer yer supper."

He poured the bottle all over his second foot, smearing it in rich thick rum that slathered off his toes and seeped between his claws. A puddle formed under the heel as Jamesy crawled over to lick across it, the damp sweat now enriched by the sweet-bitter alcohol. He wanted to jerk himself off, but his balls hurt too much to even try touching them as the bird closed his eyes and scraped his tongue through the wet hairy sole.

Roo kept drinking as he watched his footslut friend, a hand down his shorts as he started mildly stroking himself off with a growing bulge that thickened at the front. The sound of flapping cloth could be heard above Jamesy as he licked up further, slobbering finely across the wet hairs that smeared rum across his cheeks.

The pawpads were even stronger, the drink adding to the dampness as the tastes shifted around in the griffon's beak. The cobbles were richer with a cold wet metal taste; the dust was much thicker and spread towards his cheeks; and the stony grit became sharper with a biting touch at the back of his throat.

Once he slurped the leathery beans, the griffon went up towards the thick long claws shining of rum in the light of the ring. His tongue dragged up the long black claw, digging his tongue into the groove before he tried to swallow the toe itself. With his vulture beak he took the claw easily, his eyes staring up at Roo.

"Howsit taste?" He chuckled looking down. "Got a nice grit to it dontcha think?"

"Mmhmm, mmmhmm," the bird mumbled.

"Take yer time," the roo kept jerking under his shorts, "longer you take, the more 'ard I'll be to break yer arse in two."

Jamesy clutched his cheeks with a stiffening of his tail, moaning at the thought as he deep-throated fast as he could. He carefully aimed the claw down the back of his throat, feeling the tip drag across his tongue as he sucked him off clean as he could in one full gulp.

He then moved to the next toe, feeling the warm fur of the huge digit brush against his nostrils with his tongue flickering around the base. His neck filled out slightly with the kangaroo toe, claws brushing against both sides of his face as he bobbed and panted eagerly. Trickling drool spittled down Roo's foot, the bird's balls now simmering down from a throbbing burn to a stinging pain.

But sucking off Roo's toes helped him ignore the pain, the griffon sighing with relief at the taste as the marsupial sometimes pushed his toe upwards into his gullet, teasing his gag reflex to watch him cough under his control which Jamesy took like a champ. Soon he finished up on the last toe, pumping it straight down his beak in one hard suck before sliding back to leave a thick glossy sheen.

"Nice," the kangaroo pulled back, "let's soften you up a li'l though, before yer arse is mine."

"Wha?" Jamesy whimpered. "Whaaa, what you mean?"

"Come on, on yer feet."

Standing up with the roo, the bird felt his legs almost give out before Roo grabbed his shoulders and planted him against the corner. Taking the griffon's arms, the kangaroo wrapped them tight into the ropes, then pulled off Jamesy's pants to expose his furry ass and his soft hanging plums all covered in bruises.

"Wha...what you gonna do?" he gasped.

"Settin' you up all nice," said the marsupial, "there we are, look better without yer daks."

"I-it's a bit cold though."

"Oh you won't hafta worry...nice arse too."

"AAAH!" Jamesy yelped feeling Roo smack his cheek. "You gonna fuck me now, I didn't think you were into bondage!"

"Hahah, naaah this ain't wot it is," Roo cracked his knuckles, "this is to 'elp keep you steady."

He grabbed the bird's legs and also tied them to the ropes, leaving James open wide with his balls hanging down in front of Roo's chest. Spread-legged with his head against the corner, Jamesy looked back with a growing fearousal at the kangaroo starting to bounce on his feet, the boxer putting down his rum outside the ring to do a little shuffle.

"Gotta practice me fists," he said with a few jabs, "an' yer bollocks make a perfect target."

"Wh-WHA?!" Jamesy cried. "AH, u-u-um-"

"Aww don't be a pommy, you know you love it dontcha, I can see ya drippin' 'ard again."

"Mmmmph!"

He felt Roo grab his bollocks with a hard tug, pinching the scrotum between his fingers as he watched the bird throb from his twitching cock, sputtering white dripping down onto the seat of the corner. The marsupial stepped back as the canvas thumped with a bounce under his weight, shooting close with a sudden punch to the griffon's bollocks that slapped against Jamesy's belly.

A gasping sting came through the griffon as he felt the barrage of fists coming in, clenching his buttocks in front of the roo who had the pleasure of watching the sandy-furred cheeks tighten up with a winking pink pucker. Roo did a few testing jabs, bapping balls that swung with a constant sting every time his knuckles connected, the bird gasping with little whinges of pleasure.

The first few punches he managed well, little slaps and rolling whaps that pinched his bollocks and smacked them against his aching cock. Then the kangaroo sped up his pace, like he would an actual speedbag with driving thrusts and one-two shots that he managed to aim at different testicles. Spasms went through his legs tightening against the ropes, the raw sting returning to his bollocks with a creeping spasm.

"You got some healthy lads," the roo cackled, "hope I didn't pop 'em too bad."

"N-n-no, no it...it's fine," the bird gasped, "I, I-i just AAAH, NNNGH!"

"Aww don't fret Jamesy, I'll make sure yer well-tenderised before I fuck yer arse open."

"[i]SQUAAAAK![/i]"

With power increasing, the kangaroo started punching faster, whirling fists left and right that smashed Jamesy's bollocks against his thighs, causing them to twitch with spasms of frightful pain. The throb of the sting became a burning shudder, the marsupial rolling his punches with the speed of a hundred bullets. The force of each punch would drag his orbs in a hard pull.

Sometimes Jamesy would cry out in sharp squawks of blissful anguish. Other times he clenched his teeth trying to withstand the pain when the roo started doing uppercuts that crunched between hils balls and split them from each other.

"[i]A-AAAAAGH, HNNNGH![/i]"

"Just gimme the safe word mate," Roo cackled, "otherwise we going the whole three rounds."

"[i]M-mmmph! HAAAH, o-ooooh![/i]"

Every strike crushed his orbs flat against his crotch, shooting harder pre out of his cock to splatter on the corner. The griffon spasmed from the boxer twisting his knuckles into the scrotum, feeling the veins flex against his fur as Jamesy would finally come in a broiling fervour of anguish. Hot salty jizz sprayed onto the canvas, a trembling squawk from his tightening bod that rang out to the rafters.

"[i]HA-AAAAGH, AAAAAAGH![/i]"

"Hahaaaa...TKO, mate."

He watched the bird tweak with sputtering gasps, muscles tightening hard as the roo unbound him from the ropes to let him fall gently to the canvas. Pulling the griffon carefully down, he propped Jamesy up as his balls were seething red, too weak to clutch them with a whimpering moan as he hiked up his rear trying to keep his balls off the ground.

"Hahaw, are you that much of a slut?" Roo rubbed his hands. "Showin' off yer arse like a baboon gettin' hot an' ready."

"A-aaah, haaaah," he whimpered clutching his toes, "f-f-fuck, fuck I'm so hard."

"Yer not the only one."

Jamesy looked behind to see Roo pulling down his shorts.

"Spread yer legs cunt...cuz I'm fillin' yours tonight."

A squeak came out of the bird when he saw the roo's fat cock. Swinging out from his crotch with a pair of balls tightly packed against his belly, a long pulsing pink length that was a good 10 inches in its full state. Kicking off his shorts he bent over the bird and scraped his entire meat slowly against Jamesy's pucker, every second for an inch to feel his meaty sceptre.

"I love a bird with a good stuffing," he whispered deep in his ear, "lessee how full you get."

Gripping the griffon's body in a bear hug, the kangaroo shoved himself deep in one full spread of Jamesy's hole, stretching out his pucker easily with a gasping grunt. The bird gave a trembling sigh as his hole was filled up to the brim, the marsupial's balls rubbing against the small of the griffon's back.

"NNNNGH...yeaaah, thassit," Roo gasped, "howsit feel you li'l bastard? Gettin' a nice fat roodick in ya?"

"F-fuck," Jamesy whimpered, "fuck, f-fuck your fucking accent right in me!"

"Ohohh yeah? You think I'm dardy yeah, you cocksucking galah."

"Ha-AAAAH!"

The sudden slap of the roo's thick meaty thighs smacked against the griffon's furry hind.

"Lessee 'ow much I can fill ya, you fuckin' root rat."

Pulling out almost entirely, the kangaroo slammed himself back inside to the hilt with grinding thrusts, his pulsing meat pressing thick against the bird's walls and scraping the tip along the folds to make them sing like a harp. Jamesy sang the same tune, a whimpering babble from the heated thrusts that picked up faster and faster.

The canvas bounced under his thrusts, the marsupial pushing the bird against the floor as he gripped Jamesy's stomach tighter. Bending him over harder, the boxer forced his whole weight on the griffon's back to grind his body into the mat, feeling his pulsing sceptre within the belly now rub its bulge against his fingers. The sound of plapping thuds filled the room as the kangaroo huffed with deeper grunts, his tongue hanging close towards Jamesy's beak.

"You lovin' that you li'l bitch?" he gasped. "Nice an' fulla outback meat, best in the world yeah?"

"Hah, f-fuck, A-AAAH! S-so, GOOD!"

"You got that right mate. C'mere, giz a pash."

Licking his lips he pulled Jamesy into a kiss, his kangaroo tongue diving down the beak with a hot and sloppy mess as they groaned with shuddering bliss. The bird rolled his eyes upwards, slurping down the thick marsupial drool as his snout fussled and smacked against his beak. All whilst he kept pumping his thick long Australian meat ever deeper.

He felt Roo's grunts of pleasure vibrating down to his ribcage, the burrowing shaft drilling his ass punching beneath it as the roo grinded Jamesy's folds. But the tongue and lance of the marsupial filled him both ends that the griffon collapsed under his beastly lust. The large tail slapped behind like a golem's fist as Roo intensified his fucking, punching deeper until Jamesy felt his prostate getting jabbed a dozen times.

With a sudden scream he couldn't stop himself cumming, his cries of bliss channelling down Roo's throat who devoured Jamesy's voice with his own roar of deep lust. The griffon's entire body shook with Roo's strength, spurting a puddle between his thighs that was soon joined by the marsupial's seed filling out of his hole and dripping down his sandy thighs.

"[i]M-MMMMPH![/i]"

"[b][i]NNNRRRHHHHH![/i][/b]"

For a moment Roo turned feral, his claws digging into Jamesy with his teeth biting against the beak. The griffon clenched, causing his ass to suck on the cock even tighter to milk the marsupial as the Australian gave one last slorp of his beastly tongue. Pulling back with a hefty web of saliva draped across the beak, Roo sighed with a hungering breath.

"How wuzzat?" he murmured.

"H-h-hhhhh...f-fuck that...that was awesome."

"Hmhmhm...so're you." The sound of Roo's shaft pulling out made the griffon shudder. "You make a good stubby holder."

The dragging slick of seed spittled down the bird's legs who still laid collapsed on the ground, gasping with a drooling hole and twitching feet. The kangaroo thug stood looming above him with his hammer swinging beneath to glaze the griffon's back.

"I'll get you sum more rum," Roo cracked his knuckles, "ran out that bottle on my feet you thirsty cunt."

"Sure," the griffon gasped, "I'm just...gonna sit here for a bit."

"Heh, no prob."

The roo bounced out the ring and headed back to the bar. Jamesy gave a deep sigh and made a little "ding ding ding" to himself, smirking from the full heat of the thick roo cum sloshing in his gut. It wasn't the free drinks that was his real payment after all.