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[i]He came alone...or should I say[/i] she [i]came alone, as I came to find. I couldn't tell at first with that oversized hoodie covering most of her body, save for the pink and black muzzle of her pup hood. Now that I think about it, the muzzle, brows, and ears of her hood stuck out against the darkness -- a bright pink against the black. I had no clue she was a woman when I first saw her approach me; I assumed she was just another femmy twunk looking for a good roughhousing, or to prove his worth as a tough pup. So, naturally, I accepted her challenge when she wanted to "play" with me right then and there. She was tough. Very tough. I could barely hold my own against her. Her punches were too quick. She dodged damn near every punch I threw at her. I swear, she would've killed me had I not surrendered and took off the leather collar my Master gave me. It wouldn't have mattered anyway; he and the rest of the pups at[/i] The Studs' Kennel [i]would reject me for losing my last tag. I'm getting fucking sick of being a stray...[/i] [center]* * *[/center] [i]August 9 11:12 PM[/i] The young, pink pup rounded the corner into the dark alleyway, only illuminated by a single bulb above the hidden club's door, with the streetlights behind him in the distance. Standing near the door was a tall, built figure dressed in a leather jacket, fingerless gloves, pants, and boots; a common sight at a gay club. However, the bouncer's most striking feature was his black and white, leather pup hood that fit snug around his large head. The young pup noticed part of the bouncer's muzzle on his hood was slightly burned from multiple encounters with the cigarette in his hand. The bouncer took a drag when he noticed the smaller pup, assuming him to be a twink or twunk due to his skinny legs and black and pink pup hood. It was hard to tell for sure due to the oversized hoodie. As this smaller pup approached him, he looked him over, not once breaking eye contact and noting the small duffle bag. The bouncer blew out some smoke into the small pup's face as he held out his hand. The small pup looked at it, then back at the bouncer, his eyes indicating irritation. "...Well?" He asked in a gruff tone. The pink pup let out a sigh and dug around his duffel bag. As he did so, he noticed a sign on the door that had the female gender symbol with a red X over it. He flashed a smirk under his pup hood as he noticed this when he slapped a small, bone-shaped dog treat in the bouncer's hand, then glared back up at him. The bouncer looked it over, nodded, pocketed the dog treat, and rapped on the door in a specified pattern. The door unlocks and opens as soon as this knock is heard. "Have fun, puppy," he cooed as the pink pup entered. The bouncer couldn't help but stare at the tight, pink spandex sticking out from under the pup's hoodie, accenting and caressing those thick, strong glutes and quads. "Woof," he said to himself playfully as he shut the door. "Pup's got some nice legs and hips. Hope he does well in the ring." The pink pup hardly noticed the door close behind him as he entered the vestibule of the club. He noticed another bouncer to his left and another employee to his right behind a desk with a register, both of whom were wearing pup hoods. This bouncer had on a singlet and arm sleeves while the desk pup appeared to be wearing a tight, latex shirt, though his hood appeared to be made of the same material. Eager and impatient to do what he came here for, the pink pup was about to walk right past the duo when the bouncer placed a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. "Woah there, puppy!" Called out the latex pup. "Gotta pay the cover charge if ya wanna see fights!" Without a word, the pink pup fumbled around in his hoodie pocket and pulled out a black, leather collar with a circular dog tag still attached to it. He held it up for both of them to see. "Jesus..." The bouncer muttered. The other pup gulped and shuffled himself from behind the counter, gesturing for the pink pup to follow. "This way, champ." As the two entered further into the club, the bouncer also noticed the pink pup's spandex from under his hoodie. However, he was immediately skeptical and regretted letting him enter further. He curled his fingers a few times, questioning if what he felt on that chest was real or just soft silicone or padding. Immediately after leaving the vestibule, the pink pup noticed a t-section ahead of him with two, metal signs. One in red and blue with white text that read "Spectators" and had a white double arrow below it. The sign beneath that was a simple, white sign that read "Fighters" in black text with a hand graphic pointing to the left. "Follow me, champ," the latex pup ordered as he rounded to the left, specialty clothing squeaking softly with each step. Without a word, the pink pup kept following him almost too closely. The two pups followed the signs that read "Fighters," leading them further and further away from the ambiance of the other club patrons. Eventually, they made their way to the end of the maze-like path. Ahead looked like a ticket booth, behind it, a door with a sign that read "Lockers: Fighters ONLY." Manning the ticket booth was the only person the pink pup saw without a hood thus far. The attendant looked old and grumpy, like he was forced to do this job at a secret fight club for pups; not once did he look up from his newspaper as they entered his presence. As they approached, the old man held out his large hand. "Tags?" He asked, impatiently in a gruff tone. Once again, the pink pup fumbled around in his hoodie pocket and pulled out the collar, tossing it in the old man's hand. The attendant shot a look at what was presented to him and raised a bushy eyebrow. "Jesus, ya didn't have to take the whole thing, ya know. Just the tag." He half-assed folded his paper to put away and examined the collar more closely. His eyes widened for a brief moment and huffed through his nose when he read the tag. After placing the collar somewhere behind the booth, he fumbled around in one of the drawers. Neither of them noticed the pink pup's latex-clad escort was long gone by now. The old man eventually presented two, metal dog tags with matching serial numbers on them. One was red, the other green. "Alright, pup, pay attention." He held up the red tag. As he spoke, his unwelcoming impatience seemed to fade and his tone became more neutral and informative. "This one shows you're a member of this establishment. You may come and go as you please without the password, hang out with your buddies or lovers, watch fights, whatever." He set it down and slid it closer to the pink pup, who immediately took it and began attaching it to his own collar. The old man then held up the green tag. "This one shows you're allowed to enter the roster for whatever upcoming tournament you happen to stumble across, which looks like..." He paused, briefly looking at a clipboard then back to the pup. "Looks like you're the last entrant we need to get this started." He set the green tag back down and slid it closer so the pink pup could attach that one too. "You lose a fight, you lose the green tag to your opponent, he gets to join the roster. If ya wanna be a fighter here, you have to earn another tag outside." The pink pup cocked an eyebrow, even if the old man couldn't see it. He jangled the red tag a bit, indicating to explain that one further. He continued. "Ah, yes. You lose that one, pup, well, hehe...we won't see you around here ever again. We don't deal with losers, ya get me?" He slowly nodded. The old man pulled the clipboard out from behind the booth and slapped it on the counter top, slapping a pen next to it and tapping on the list. "Name and serial number, please. Rules are posted in the locker rooms and Danny will explain them to you before entering the ring. Any questions?" He shook his head and scribbled what was needed, putting down "Sparkles (Bitch)" for the name. He set the pen down and returned the clipboard to the old man. The old man read what Sparkles wrote and chuckled, pushing a hidden button behind the counter, which unlocked the locker room door. "Good luck, pup." After he saw the pink pup enter and the door shut and lock behind him, he fumbled for the collar that was presented to him. He looked at it once more, letting out a heavy sigh and feeling a deep sense of regret for who he just let in. [i]"What did she do to you, Buck?"[/i] [center]* * *[/center] The locker room was full of pups in various states of undress and readiness. Some were warming themselves up for the night ahead. Some were pleasuring themselves or others, be it out of nerves or as an excuse to have some bones while access is easy. The copious amounts of sweat and musk in the air created a stuffy, hot environment in the locker room that reeked of masculinity. Rolling his eyes at the debauchery in front of him, the pink pup looked around and spotted an unoccupied corner of the locker room away from all the craziness. Once settled in enough, he impatiently took off his hoodie with how stifling the air was, revealing a thin, black t-shirt he wore underneath. It still hid his body well enough that he'd appear masculine enough to not warrant unwanted attention. He opened his duffel bag and began removing his meagerly prepared items for the night. He pulled out a pair of slightly dirtied, pink hand wraps and set them on the bench, tightly wound and well worn. He took out a small mouthguard case, taking the guard out and doing a quick test fit before putting it back in the case. Finally, he took out what looked to be a new pair of black boxing gloves, setting those on the bench as well. As he began unraveling the wraps, he took a glance at his competition, hoping to not make direct eye contact with any of them on accident. Counting 7 other pups in the locker room, he needed 3 matches to win. 3 matches to make a statement and turn this den of dogs around for the better. "FIGHTS POSTED!" Came a loud yell from the opposite end of the locker room as a yellow and black pup came in with a whiteboard filled out in a bracket configuration. He hung it on the nearest empty spot on the wall before promptly leaving. Immediately, the other 7 moved towards the whiteboard, clamoring over each other to find out who they would be facing this evening. The first fight of the night was listed as Rumble vs Sparkles (Bitch); the number 1 seed versus the number 8 seed. Some of the pups spoke up and wondered who was the new blood as they continued to 'prepare' for the night activities. Meanwhile, Sparkles was simply doing up his handwraps while trying not to draw attention to himself until he stepped out on that ring. Slowly and carefully he wrapped the worn fabric over and through his fingers and palm, making sure things were tight throughout the process. He tried meditating on the movements to focus and shut out the bravado nearby. Once he finished wrapping one hand, he began moving onto the next. He was about to start but looked up when one of the pups approached him. "So you're the new one here?" He asked in a friendly tone. He donned a black, white, and red pup hood, a red speedo with an obvious, questionable stain on the front, black and red arm bands, red hand wraps, and not much else. It was clear as day he had a lithe swimmer's body. Sparkles simply continued with his wraps, trying not to look at the interloper, nor look annoyed with his presence. "...I see," Was all the red pup could say, scratching the back of his neck. "Uh...Aroo?" He then asked, trying to elicit a reaction. Many pups will refuse to speak in 'human' language when they donned their hoods to help get in their headspace. Even then, Sparkles said nothing as he finished up his wraps, though side-eyed the pup in his personal bubble. The red pup let out a sigh. "Well, good look out there, Sparkles. I look forward to our opening fight of the night." He gave a small, awkward wave as he left. [center]* * *[/center] The MC opened and closed the simple cage-link gate, mic and fight card in each hand. He was the same black and yellow hooded pup from before, and he wore a yellow and black flannel and jeans to match up the look. He made sure the gate was closed and secured before a bouncer stepped in front of it. The MC stepped into the ring in the middle of the dingy but colorful bar area. The many spectators and their handlers and/or partners gathered around the brightly lit ring to watch the night's festivities. It was just like any typical boxing ring, but at floor level, surrounded by a chain link fence, and the canvas was colored green instead of the usual white. "Goooood evening pups!" He began bombastically. "Welcome to Fight Night here at [i]The Studs' Kennel[/i]!!!" The crowd immediately buzzed with applause, cheering, howling, and barking. "Now, before I continue, I want to remind everyone why this fence is here around The Yard: I know many of us wanna just...jump in and play with other pups inside, but this is for your safety and participants. DO! NOT! CLIMB! THE! FENCE! Alright? Say, 'Yes, sir, Danny,' if you understand!" He put a hand to his ear. "Yes, sir, Danny," the crowd replied in unison. "Thank you! Good boys!" He continued with his presentation. "We have so many great pups here tonight for your pleasure, and theirs too in some cases," he said with a not-so-subtle wink to the crowd. "But enough talk. Let's get down to business! All fights tonight are 2, 3-minute rounds, followed by a 3rd, 10-minute 'sudden death' round, should it come to it. There will be NO doctors or vets stoppages. The only way you win is knockout or the submission of your opponent!" Again, the intoxicated crowd cheered and howled, especially if there's a chance they get to see someone submit tonight. Danny continued. "In the red corner. One of our newest fighters who's quickly become a fan favorite. Please put your paws together for Rumble!!!!" The red pup with the speedo made his way out from the lockers and towards the ring, raising his arms as he did so to get the crowd hyped up. Along with his black, white, and red pup hood and red speedos, he was now wearing red and black boxing gloves. As he made his way to the cage gate, the bouncer smiled under his hood and let him in. It was clear Rumble loved being on the stage that is The Yard, but everyone at The Studs' Kennel knew he was a literal slut for boxing. This only added to their anticipation for this first fight to end with a submission. Danny made sure Rumble stayed in his corner like a good puppy before continuing. "And in the blue corner, someone decided to let their bitch fight in this tournament." He paused for a moment. "Now I'm [i]really[/i] curious how this fight will go down." The audience laughed at the thought of two subs going at it, though that was always a curious matchup as opposed to two doms going at it. He continued once the crowd died down. "Anyway... Making his debut tonight. Let's have a warm round of applause for Sparkles' Bitch!!!!" Immediately the crowd cheered and applauded as they looked towards the door that led to the locker room. But who they saw come out and headed towards the ring brought about a low murmur in the crowd. Something about this pup seemed...off. Sparkles walked through the crowd quickly down blocked-off walkway, not realizing how much the pink on his hood, collar, and tight shorts made him pop out among the other pups, despite how colorful the bar was. His thin, black t-shirt and black boxing gloves were the only things not quite visible in the low light. Yet when he approached the bouncer guarding the cage gate, he held up a hand and pressed firmly on his chest. "Whoa there, puppy! You know the rules? No tops of any kind allowed in the ring." He removed his hand and, like the other bouncer from earlier, curled his fingers a few times as he questioned what he just felt. He held up a finger and motioned for Danny to come over. "Stay, pup." Sparkles was about to take his shirt off right as Danny exited the ring. The yellow flannel pup walked right up to him, chest to chest. It was clear how much of a height difference there was, as Danny towered over him by about 4 or 5 inches. Danny spoke low as he put the muzzle of his hood right where Sparkles' ear would be. "Boss told me about you! What the fuck you think you're doing here, girly!? You think this is a joke!? This ain't no place for someone like you!" Sparkles didn't say anything but looked at Danny and motioned towards her neck, showing the collar with both tags. Danny took a closer look at the tags and growled. Those were legit. Danny stormed back to the ring and murmured something to the bouncer, then turned his attention back to Sparkles. "Don't say I didn't warn you, bitch," he said in a threatening tone, "You aren't gonna go far tonight." He then opened and slammed the cage gate behind him, turning the mic back on again. "Technical difficulties, pups! Sparkles' Bitch will be joining Rumble here in a few moments!" The bouncer did as he was told and ripped off the thin shirt Sparkles was wearing, exposing her sizable breasts, pierced nipples, prominent muffin top above the waistband of her spandex, and her tough but soft-looking tummy. She was thanking herself for shaving her head before venturing out tonight. Once the bouncer exposed her for who she really is, he begrudgingly opened the gate and shoved her in, slamming and locking it behind her. "That ain't someone's bitch! That's just a bitch!" She heard someone in the crowd yell as she stepped between the ropes. "Get her the fuck out of here!" The rest of the crowd joined in a chorus of jeers and boos. Some pups began rattling the cage or trying to climb it, while others tried to hold back the rowdy ones. "Settle down pups! Settle DOWN!!!" Danny yelled. All the pups immediately stopped and turned their undivided attention towards him. Even Rumble was in a sitting position and all ears in his corner. "I have...[i]no[/i] clue how she got in here! But her tags are legit and...somehow, she got past all [i]three[/i] checkpoints to fight in this ring tonight!" He then turned towards Sparkles, making direct eye contact with her. "I hope she knows what she's doing, for her sake. Hehe, I mean...this ain't called [i]The[/i] Studs' [i]Kennel[/i] for nothin'!" He shut the mic off and handed that to the bouncer outside, along with his flannel. He was just as fit as Rumble, though a tad bulkier. His black and yellow bulldog harness accented his pecs and complimented a matching collar. He then stood in the center of the ring as the crowd cheered, howled, booed, jeered, and all around expressed complete chaos for a fight that hasn't started yet. As per tradition, he refereed the first fight of these tournaments, though he would also take this as an opportunity to hinder Sparkles. Danny looked to Rumble, waving a hand for him to stand back up and ready himself. He then looked to Sparkles, glaring at her for a second before giving her the thumbs up. She held up a glove, indicating that she was ready. "Ready!?" The two pups got in their stances, gloves up. "Box!" With a throw of a hand and a [i]*DING!!*[/i] of a distant ring bell, the first fight of the tournament commenced. Both fighters exited their corners. Sparkles came out swinging, breaking through Rumble's initial defense and already backing him up against the ropes. She peppered him with jabs and hooks to his face and torso, not once letting up, eliciting several yips and howls from her skinnier opponent. That is until Rumble snatched her in a clinch to force her to stop; after all, he didn't want to get knocked out seconds into the first round. "Break! Break!" Danny cried out as he went to separate them. He threw a hand down for them to continue. Rumble shuffled to the side to get away from the ropes, but Sparkles clearly kept control of the ring. He went to throw a couple jabs towards her pink hood but only hit air, receiving a slug to the gut and an uppercut to his chin. He stumbled and fell into the ropes, scoring a knockdown for Sparkles and receiving a unanimous uproar from the crowd. "Come on!" "What are you doing, Rumble!" "She's just a bitch! Knock her ass out!" He shook his head and was back on his feet around the 4 count. "Fuck, this bitch is insane," he muttered as he pounded his gloves. "No messing around now." Once Danny gave the signal for them to keep going, he bobbed and weaved to try and confuse this bitch pup while tossing some test jabs her way. However, Sparkles seemed to counter each attempt at attack and found himself backed into the ropes again. This time, however, she made sure he wouldn't break with a clinch. Keeping a forearm to his chest, she pummeled his toned six pack with uppercuts and tenderized those muscles. There was no room for slumping. She kept him upright for as long as she wished, switching arms every so often so his abs could taste both her gloves. Normally, the crowd would be cheering and howling at such bullying, giving both the puncher and punchee praise. But this time, the booed and jeered at the sight, demanding Danny to break it. He didn't. As much as he wanted to, he used this as a learning opportunity for Rumble. The young pup had spirit and some technique, but he didn't have the best win/lose ratio. If he didn't shape up after getting beat on by other pups, he figured he'd wise up after getting knocked around by a bitch. After what felt like an eternity, Sparkles seemed to have enough tormenting his abs and finally released him. Only she decided to give him another uppercut to his chin to score another knockdown. Rumble struggled a bit to stand back up again after Danny started the count, but barely managed to get up when he reached 8. Surprisingly his jaw didn't sting that much, despite how much power her uppercuts had, but his gut felt tender and sensitive as he struggled to catch his breath. "Doing okay, pup?" Danny asked, checking him over. He nodded, though whined a little bit. "I don't know who she thinks she is, but you [i]gotta[/i] win this fight, pup. I know you can get some wins under your belt." He nodded again, letting out an exhausted "Woof." "Can ya do that for me, buddy? Can you beat this bitch for me?" "Ruff!" "Good boy," he said, giving Rumble a pet on the head before heading back to the middle of the ring. However, the bell went off just before he gave the signal, indicating the end of the first round. The two pups went back to their respective starting corners. Sparkles was still full of energy and bouncing on her toes, while Rumble squatted in his corner, trying to save what little energy he had left. Though his opponent was beginning to stir something within him. Between the clinch, her dominating him, and seeing her breasts and belly bounce as she did, several questions ran through his head. But before he had a chance to really think about his predicament, the bell rang loudly for the second round. Both fighters stepped out of their corners, Rumble clearly worse for wear. He could barely keep his gloves up as he staggered out, exhausted from the beating he took in the first round. The crowd cheered and hollered for him, hoping that this was simply an act and the bitch would pay for the thrashing she gave him. But even with the majority of the house firmly against her, Sparkles had her eyes firmly focused on her prey. The second round started much like the first as Sparkles landed a textbook 1-2 to Rumble's face. The exhausted pup couldn't put up a defense, nor could raise his gloves up in time before another pair of heavy punches found their mark on his muzzle. Just as soon as his vision cleared, two uppercuts to his tender abs pushed the air out of him and backed him up against one of the corner pads. Sparkles stepped back to admire her handiwork and fired off a quick, mocking jab at Rumbles face before stepping in and grabbing the red pup in a clinch. Rumble attempted some close offense to her chubby sides, but he was simply unable to muster the strength to do any sort of damage to her. Danny was about to go break the clinch, but stopped when he saw what Sparkles did next. As she looked up at Rumble, she tilted her head and cooed a soft "Aroo?" to him before she released the clinch. One of her gloved hands moved downwards towards his speedo and groped his package, gently rubbing him down there as Rumble began to stiffen up and leak. Yet just as soon as she started getting frisky with him, she stopped before slamming a fist into Rumble's midsection a few times again. The growing bulge in his speedo quivered as a small wet spot began to form. She then switched things up by pushing a glove into his hood obscuring his vision, punctuating it with a few more bodyshots. Slowly, Rumble's knees began to buckle as he fell onto the green canvas, holding onto Sparkles as she stood over him. He slowly let go of her and brought his hands up, gloves down under his chin in a begging pose. Sparkles smiled under her hood and gave him some gentle head pats, to which he looked up to her with beady eyes, giving an audible "Arf! Arf!" The bell rang loudly, indicating the end of the fight. The crowd became more mixed than negative towards Sparkles after what they just witnessed. Some cheered, admiring her strength and tenacity. Yet most booed after seeing the number 1 seed in the tournament submitting to a bitch. The bouncer opened up the cage to let the two controversial fighters out while another tried to keep the angry crowd at bay. Meanwhile, Danny retrieved his flannel and mic to try calming the crowd before the next bout. The pink and red pups were getting showered with alcohol-filled cups, bottles, various trash, and the occasional jockstrap as they took their walk of shame back to the locker room. Yet they didn't fare any better once they returned to what should be a safe area. What was once a loud cacophony of smacktalk, flirting, and sensual pleasure was now deathly silent as Sparkles and Rumble entered. All hoods turned to face them, many whose eyes were filled with contempt, as she headed to her little corner of the locker room to remove her gloves. As she sat down next to her bag to do so, several other pups nearby gathered their things to move away from her in disgust. However, unlike everyone else, Rumble sat on his haunches in front of her on the floor, resting on his gloved hands and knees. After receiving another head pat from Sparkles, Rumble pawed at her with his gloves, to which she carefully removed them from his hands. She patted on the empty space next to her on the bench, to which he got up and sat down next to her. "Thank you, Mistress." Sparkles looked at him in surprise as he spoke, but flashed a smile at him under her hood. "I think those are yours now, if you want 'em", he said as he pointed at his shiny red gloves. "They aren't gonna let me live this down. Not by a long shot." Before Sparkles could respond, a loud argument between two of the pups erupted in the locker room. "NO! FUCK YOU DANNY! WE AREN'T DOING IT!" "YOU LET HER IN HERE! YOU FUCKING FIGHT HER! I'M NOT GOING TO EMBARRASS MYSELF!" Both of them were screaming at Danny as soon as he entered the locker room while the other pups nearby tried to quell the situation. "I don't think Rock and Rudy like you being here, Mistress," Rumble mused. The shouting match continued as Danny pleaded with the two. "Rudy! She did everything by the rules we have. I don't like it either and I'll look into it, but my hands are tied for the night, for better or worse." He looked over towards Sparkles and Rumble with contempt, then back at the other two. "But mark my words: this won't happen again." Rudy, a pup in a green and orange hood, spoke up. "I will NOT disgrace myself, or my Sir, by fighting to be in the ring with...her..." That last word out of his muzzle had venom in it. Sparkles stood up as the discourse continued. Knowing the crowd was becoming impatient with the delay, Danny continued to try and get the next fight into the ring and not behind closed doors. Suddenly, a pair of black gloves flew towards the assembled pups, silence falling upon them once again. The group looked over towards their origin, as the thrower approached. Standing near Rock's and Rudy's gear was Sparkles, putting them on and staring them all down as if she was ready to throw down right then and there. "So the bitch wants to make demands of the studs," said Rock, a blue and grey hooded pup. "Fuck it. And fuck you Danny. I'm out!" He grabbed his gloves from the floor and began to gather his gear, side-checking Sparkles as he made his way towards the other door. "I'm out too, you neutered prick." Rudy growled at Danny before gathering his things and left in the same manner, side-checking Sparkles and heading out the same door. Danny rubbed his eyes through his hood and groaned. [i]"This is gonna be a long night, isn't it..."[/i] He thought as he went to readjust the roster. Despite his frustrations with how a fun night turned into a big shitshow, he knew this shitshow must go on. He looked at the bracket to see who was next up. "Tank! Acrid! Glove up and get your butts out there NOW!" He yelled before hastily leaving the locker room. Sparkles caught an eye who the next two combatants were. She had to admit, the sight of who she assumed to be "Tank" intimidated her somewhat. He was big. His muscles resembled that of a strongman. And the shiny, purple thong matching his purple and white hood left nothing to the imagination. This "Acrid," however, appeared to be the most "normal" of the bunch in terms of appearance, with his average build and purple and lime-green boxing trunks and gloves to match his hood. She hoped to face the latter in the finals, should it come down to it. Meanwhile, Rumble sat on the bench, patiently waiting for his Mistress. She took a quick look at the bracket. Noticing she had a bye until the finals, she went back to her bench and took the gloves off, then unwrapped her hands and took her shoes off. As she undressed, she side-eyed her new pet and got an idea, commanding Rumble to stand up with just a wave of her finger. "What is MistreEE--!" Without a word, she snatched his hand and yanked him back towards the showers. She might as well have some fun with her new toy and wash the booze off while they have some time until the finals. [center]* * *[/center] Sparkles pulled back the curtain of an unoccupied shower stall and got the water running. Immediately she yanked off Rumble's speedo, kicking it off to the side. She then tugged off her spandex shorts and kicked those next to Rumble's speedos, snatching his hand again and yanking him into the shower stall with her and pulled the curtain closed. She slammed him back against the wet tile and ran her hand down his beaten body from their fight. Gently. Softly. Letting all her digits slide down his sculpted abs until they found a sizable cock, already semi-hard. She let her hand fondle his junk and squatted, giving herself a tasty victory bone and letting her toy blow off some steam. As one hand kept that bone steady, her other hand reached between her legs as two of her fingers found themselves prodding her pussy. Sparkles kept this up for a while, savoring the taste of her toy and enjoying the feeling of his bone in her mouth. Even Rumble was enjoying this, given how much he started to moan and give little barks here and there. It wasn't before long when Sparkles noticed her toy began twitching a bit. "Nggh~ M-Mistress I-I'm g-gonna...ARF!?" As if on queue, he felt a sudden, tight grip around his cock and balls. He looked down and saw his Mistress looking up at him, slowly wagging her finger and shaking her head. He whined and panted from the tension, but understood what she meant. "I-I'll try to hold it as long as I can..." She beamed up at him and stood back up, letting his junk go for now. She then pinned him with his arms raised as his back made an audible [i]*plap*[/i] against the wet tile. Keeping those arms up by his wrists with one hand, she rubbed her knuckles against his abs with a fist using the other. Sparkles teased him for a bit, then gave a short but firm punch to his gut, wet skin making contact with wet skin. "Oof~" She grinned, looking into his eyes for a moment, then punched him again. Then again. And again. Each punch increased with intensity, forcing air out of Rumble and tenderizing his abs even more. He hoped that he wasn't going to start bruising with all this impactful attention his abs were getting. Each punch forced a yip or a bark from him, some of which echoed in the shower area along with Sparkles' punches. "Ufff! Arf! Agh! Rufff! Nnng!" Without warning, Sparkles switched hands to let her other fist have a taste of her punching bag. Unfortunately, or fortunately, this was her power hand. Her knuckles drove in deep with each punch as a sadistic grin flashed on her face under her hood. Poor Rumble was getting nailed by her again. Yet, despite his cries and yelps of pain, despite how the redness of his abs matched that of his hood and speedos, and despite how much pain he was in right now, deep down, Rumble enjoyed every second of this. After some time, Sparkles stopped and let go of her punching bag, though had to quickly catch him as he slumped towards her. She pet the back of his head as she held him close, noticing he wrapped his arms tight around her. His hard, tender muscles and chest pressed against her soft but firm body as they embraced under the warm water for a few moments. They pulled back but kept their arms around each other, looking lovingly eye to eye. Sparkles then tugged up on her's and Rumble's hood, pulling it up just enough to reveal their mouths and noses. "M-Mistress? What are you do--mmm..." Before he could ask, he felt her soft lips against his as she kissed him passionately. As she did, she began to gently punch his sore and bruised abs again. Every punch let out a muffled moan from him as his breath rushed out of his lungs and into hers. Still, the sensation of everything made him rock hard that he felt his cock brush against the folds of her labia. He struggled to not start thrusting forward a bit. He struggled to breathe. His abs were on fire and would need a long icing session after this. He could hardly stand. Yet he wants nothing more than to please his Mistress. It took some effort, but he managed to break the kiss long enough to speak. "Mistress? I-I have a request..." Sparkles pulled back and smiled, pulling both their hoods back down to cover their mouths and noses again. She nodded for him to continue, gently petting his abs as he spoke. "I've...I've never done it with a woman before, um...c-can I, um, c-cum inside you, Mistress?" She leaned in close to where his ear would be sans hood. "Cum inside your Mistress, puppy~" Rumble melted at the sound of her voice while it also gave him vigor. He wanted her. He [i]desired[/i] her. In this moment, he wanted nothing more than to be a good boy for her. They lost count how many different positions they tried, given the confines of the shower stall. Rumble came enough times to the point of shooting blanks, yet he was so eager to peg and pleasure his Mistress. The two other pups waiting for their turn to fight got curious and checked where the noise was coming from. But as soon as they saw Rumble's speedos and Sparkles' shorts in a heap against the wall, they awkwardly left flustered yet frustrated. After all, this was [i]The[/i] Studs' [i]Kennel[/i], not [i]The[/i] Bitches' [i]Kennel.[/i] But the one pup who wasn't gay wondered if Sparkles would let him have a turn with her, if only to fuck something different for a change. [center]* * *[/center] Shortly after Tank's and Acrid's fight, Danny stormed into the shower area after hearing them from the locker room and saw the pairs' bottoms in a heap. He sighed and facepalmed. "Will you two stop fucking around!? We got one more fight before the bitch goes into the finals!" He muttered something about how it was given to her as he left, not caring if they heard or not. Meanwhile, Rumble was sitting on the floor with Sparkles on top of him all the way to the hilt. Both of them stared towards the direction of Danny's voice, then to each other. They giggled as she dismounted and helped him stand back up. They did a quick wash and rinse of each other, then dried off using the raised air dryers before slipping their bottoms back on. Just like how they entered, Sparkles led her pet by the hand back to their corner bench so she could get her gear back on for the final bout of the night. Much like before, Sparkles wrapped her hands deliberately and quickly in preparation for the finals, though she had to remind herself there's still one more fight before then, even if it may not take long. As she finished wrapping up, she surveyed the locker room to gauge who was still left and who she might be facing. The two pups who fought after her, Acrid and Tank, must've had a quicky soon after they finished like her and Rumble did in the showers. Though she noticed Tank's white and purple pup hood and jock strap were stained a bloody pink and crimson, most likely from their contest; Acrid barely had a scratch on him. She noticed the purple and green pup going right back out into the bar area soon after. That was one possibility. As Sparkles prepped and gave Rumble more attention, a much larger pup sitting on a bench near theirs, though they both already noticed in their peripherals. He breathed hard like he was struggling to do so under his yellow and light blue hood, which belied their large, superheavyweight size and pudgy neck. He still had his matching, light blue gloves on and seemed to be wearing panties, but it was hard to tell due to how much his belly covered his groin area. He looked Sparkles over from a distance and smiled under his hood. He sucked in a breath and let out a groan as he stood up and to approach the duo. "So [i]you're[/i] the pup causing all the big fuss around here, huh?" He said with a noticeable lisp. "Honestly, it's kinda refreshing to have someone else here that's more femme than I am." He quickly took one of his gloves off, extending a wrapped hand out to her. "You're Sparkles' Bitch, right? The name's Creme by the way." Sparkles nodded silently, though was slightly put off by the 'Bitch' part, but extended a wrapped hand to show respect. The much larger pup daintily took her hand and shook it in return before being interrupted by Rumble. "It's just 'Sparkles' by the way," the red pup chimed in as he alerted himself in case things get hairy. Creme was taken aback at the sudden aggression. "Ohmygod, sorry, sorry!" He said, nervously. "I'll be sure to remember that from now on!" Rumble was on full alert regardless, which made Sparkles gently nudge him back with a hand. She pet his chest and belly to help calm him down. "Well, nice meeting ya, Sparkles!" He waved and began to sit back down but stopped and turned back. "Oh! By the way..." Sparkles and Rumble turned to his attention again. "Voltage has a mean right uppercut if you fight him in the finals. Hope you got some muscle under that tummy of yours and not all fat like me," he said, patting and jiggling his belly before leaving the two. As he left, Sparkles pinched at the folds of her muffin top and sighed, noticing Rumble nuzzling her shoulder to comfort her. She sat upright and flexed her abs underneath. Yep. She was still packing some serious power despite the excess padding. Now she knows who her next opponent will most likely be. [center]* * *[/center] The crowd was primed after the extended intermission before the finals. Alcoholic vices were placated and the rowdy crowd was ready for the last fight of the night. Danny entered the ring and began his announcements. "Alright Pups! It's time for the finals!" He flourished as he kept the crowd's high energy up. "Introducing our first finalist, winning his last fight and your hearts with a one-two! Our high energy puppy! VOLTAGE!". The crowd cheered loudly as Voltage made his entrance towards the ring, donning his shiny blue gloves matching his cobalt blue pup hood. As the pup approached the ring, the crowd applauded and whooped as they saw what he was wearing as he stepped into The Yard: nothing at all. He grabbed the top rope of the ring and vaulted himself up and over with a flip, landing on his feet and posing briefly before heading to his corner. Voltage's conventional otter body was on display for all to see, even sporting a shiny, Prince Albert piercing on his cut cock. He leaned back in the corner as he absentmindedly groped himself with his gloved hand. Once his entrance was done, Danny stepped back into the center of the ring. Through gritted teeth he spoke into the microphone. "And his opponent, the new...[i]bitch[/i] on the block, let's hear it for Sparkles!" The pink pup made her way through the crowd towards The Yard. The majority of the crowd was still against her and booed accordingly, though a small smattering of cheers were still heard as she walked to the ring. Her original black gloves were replaced by a familiar pair of shiny red ones as she stepped between the ropes. Her new pet remained back in the locker room for this fight per her command, like a good boy. Sparkles finally got a look at her next and final opponent. Voltage's body seemed average compared to the other pups she's seen: a little pudge and some body fuzz, looks a bit taller than her but not by much, yet he was still solidly built nonetheless. His shadow boxing in his corner made it clear he knew a thing or two in the ring outside of these "underground" fights, just like her. However, she couldn't help but take a good look at what dangled and swung about between his legs. Voltage had girth, more than what Rumble had, but the length appeared similar. She had to blink a few times and smack her head to get herself back into focus. These dogs needed to know who the [i]real[/i] Alpha was around here! The referee, fittingly for this tournament, wore a dalmatian-styled pup hood, striped ref shirt, and a black jockstrap. He called the two together to the center. The two fighters locked eyes with each other, though Sparkles did not detect any hint of hatred or contempt from her opponent. The referee's instructions and roaring crowd became a low rumble to her ears; all her attention was on Voltage and nothing else. She snapped out of her trance when the ref beckoned the two to touch gloves before sending them to their corners. Both Sparkles and Voltage bounced on the balls of their feet, gloves up, eagerly awaiting the sound of the bell to start the first round. The referee threw his hand down. "FIGHT!" [i]*DING!!*[/i] The first round of the finals commenced. Within the first few seconds, Voltage and Sparkles immediately locked in a brief slugfest before hopping back, circling each other a bit. Danny wasn't kidding when he referred to Voltage as a "high energy puppy." Just as quickly as they broke away from each other, Voltage came rushing towards Sparkles, feigning a few jabs to her head and went for his power punch. "Agh!" She screamed, buckling over a little and backing up closer to the ropes, hoping he wouldn't score a KO in the first round. Despite her trying to ball up to protect everything, Voltage kept coming at her with uppercuts to break her guard, smashing her elbows with his fists. Eventually he did, smacking her chin with a couple uppercuts, then aimed a solid right hook to her belly. She tried to shift to the left or right, hoping to get away from the ropes. But Voltage kept right on top of her. Keeping her red gloves up, she barely managed to block almost every punch he threw at her. But then she went to throw a jab at him to show she's not going down easily, leaving herself open for a solid left hook to her ribs and tit from Voltage. He took advantage of her opening, then stepped back as he watched her fall to her knees. Right away, Voltage stroked his cock a little to get it hard, not that he was rocking a semi already from the fight, and rubbed it all over her hood's muzzle. Eventually he gently forced it into her mouth, forcing her to breath in and taste his musk as she already struggled for air from the punches so far. The dalmatian ref just stood there and watched as he fondled his bulging jockstrap. He allowed Voltage get a few good pumps in for what should have been a 10-count before ordering him to get his dick out of her mouth. The blue, naked pup complied and went to a neutral corner while the ref gave the count. "1...2...3..." [i]*Cough!* *Cough!*[/i] She stood back up, wondering what the fuck that was all about. When she did, she literally barked at the ref, furious and questioning the legitimacy of this establishment and tournament. "Hey! Hey! C'mon pup!" He replied, putting his hands up, knowing Sparkles is seconds away from punching his lights about. "This is the final bout of the tourney! Gotta make it interesting for the crowd, ya know?" She glared at him for a moment, giving an "I'm watching you" gesture with her glove before getting back into her stance. The vile taste of Voltage's cock in her mouth lingered as she controlled her breathing. As soon as the ref signaled for them to continue, Sparkles opted to keep on the defensive for the remainder of this round. Just like in the beginning of the fight, Voltage rushed towards her and immediately went to try and break her guard. However, this time she made damn sure to keep her arms solid, adjusting as quickly as she could whenever he tried to force her to block elsewhere. It didn't keep her away from the ropes, however, and she struggled to slip out and circle back to the center of the ring. During the last minute of the round, Rumble exited the locker room and shuffled his way through the crowd; he hoped to get right up to the cage to cheer on his Mistress. Sure she would punish him later for not staying put until the fight was over, but he wanted to watch his Mistress show these dogs who's boss. He figured the rest of the pups surrounding him would give him dirty looks or bark and snap at him for letting a woman beat his ass at such a venue, but they all seem too focused on the fight. Some cheered on Voltage, some cheered on Sparkles. At least his Mistress has [i]some[/i] support now, unlike when she first arrived at the club. Eventually, he was right up against the cage just behind Sparkles' corner and noticed how much she was getting beat on. "C'mon, Mistress! Don't let him break your guard! You got less than a minute left!" Even with the pup hood muffling her hearing, she could pick out Rumble's voice above the dull roar of the crowd and ringing in her head. She began to get frustrated. Anytime she'd try to slip out from the ropes, Voltage was right on her. Anytime she'd try to counter with a jab or even force him back, he'd quickly nab her in the head. She didn't know how much longer she could hold on, and she could still smell Voltage's musk anytime she exhaled. [i]*DING!*[/i] The dalmatian ref rushed in to break Voltage off her as soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of a pathetic first round for Sparkles. Seeing as the cage was right behind the ropes, Rumble could easily encourage his Mistress. "Sorry for not staying put, Mistress, but I wanted to see you kick that pup's ass!" She looked behind her as soon as he spoke. Even though the pup hood covered most of her face, Rumble could tell she smiled at him. "Also, I overheard Danny talking about how he told Voltage to 'humiliate' you during the fight in the locker room...that shit isn't even allowed here!" Sparkles gestured a dick sucking motion with her gloved hand. He smacked the cage and growled. "That dirty fuck! Okay, Voltage does have a couple weak spots..." Rumble began to quickly explain a strategy as Sparkles stared across the ring at Voltage. Her opponent had stopped playing with himself and looked right back at her, as if daring her to go the whole second round with him. When she stood up to ready herself for the next round, she tried to remember the last bit of advice Rumble yammered off to her as she met with Voltage in the center of the ring once again. [i]*DING!*[/i] The bell rang and the second round commenced. The crowd still hyped up as ever as the Bitch's enemies hoped to see her get beaten and bullied again. Sparkles threw caution to the wind and bull-rushed straight at Voltage, hoping to catch the nude pup off guard. The plan seemed to work as the pink puppy went after his midsection, landing a few quick, heavy shots until Voltage attempted to put some distance between the two of them. But Sparkles kept up with her attack, finally able to push the larger pup into a corner. Rumble yelled loudly as he cheered his Mistress on, hoping to drown out her enemies in the crowd. After a few tough shots to his midsection, Voltage tried to escape but was quickly breast smothered by the Bitch as she caught him in a clinch and forced his head downward. He noticed she seemed to completely ignore the dalmatian pup's commands to break. And as he looked up into her eyes, he knew right away he couldn't react fast enough for what she dished out next. Flicking her eyes downward briefly, Sparkles shoved him out of the clinch and threw a low blow towards her prey. "Ooooo...." The audience groaned as they too felt that punch, booing and jeering. Many complained it was uncalled for, regardless of what Voltage pulled in the last round. He was beginning to collapse after that, but a red glove prevented him from getting any relief. The other went to work on his flaccid member, knocking it around and flinging pre everywhere. He wanted to humiliate her this whole fight, but she ended up working him over like no one ever did before. Holding his head against her breasts again with one glove and grabbing his member with the other, Sparkles began to work him over some more. Punch, jerk, fondle, punch, jerk, fondle, grope, all while keeping him tight against her chest and swapping gloves every so often. The referee was unsure what to do, as she "technically" wasn't breaking any rules, at leas for this match. After what felt like an eternity of torment, she finally let him go and stepped back to admire her handiwork. Voltage, clearly on the brink of collapsing, was barely able to put his gloves up as he stumbled. But she wasn't finished just yet. She put her gloves back up and went back in low, sliding onto her knees as she swallowed Voltage's flaccid member willingly. Rhythmically moving her head along his shaft, making it instantly harden, she playfully punched at his sack, though not as hard as before. The other pup was in pure ecstasy as she did her thing, shuttering slightly as he blew his load in her mouth quicker than usual; to be fair, this new pup easily riled him up this whole fight, even if she was a bitch. Sparkles stood in front of her prey and gave him some headpats, then lifted her head a bit to spit his cum right onto his face. "OOOOHHH!!!" "Damn! She nasty!" Before he had a chance to react, Sparkles unloaded a flurry of punches onto him. Lefts and rights smacked every unguarded place she could fine as she made him her punching bag, even past the bell sounding off. [i]*DING!*[/i] The dalmatian ref had to yank her off of Voltage and order her to return to her corner. As she walked back, the crowd was hooting and hollering in the usual mix of cheers and jeers. She fumbled with her gloved hands as she squirted water into her mouth, spitting out whatever was left of Voltage's seed into a nearby bucket. Danny quickly jumped in to help the ref get Voltage back to his corner, the so-called "High Energy Puppy" clearly spent and needing assistance after a humiliating second round. Voltage wasn't sure if he was going to last in the final round, given how this fight's been going. This "Sparkles" was tough. Very tough. He didn't know what her motive was nor why she was here at a male-only club, though neither did anyone else around here. Several questions rattled in his mind as he got cleaned up and rested before the final round: Did she have something to prove? Was she one of those 'eggs' who hasn't hatched yet? Was she just horny? This pink pup was surely shrouded in mystery; it especially bothered him how quickly she made it to the finals of [i]The Studs' Kennel's[/i] annual tournament. Knowing this last round was the "sudden death" round, Sparkles hoped she hadn't spent most of her energy humiliating Voltage. Thankfully, they get a longer rest period before this round. Still, either one of them is going to have to score a KO in this last round, or they're both in for the longest 10 minutes of their lives. She just had to remember his two weak points: liver, jaw. Meanwhile, Rumble was shouting praises at her, encouraging her to keep it up. Though she wished he'd be able to join her behind the cage and [i]actually[/i] be in her corner, rather than staying ringside and being unable to do anything; she could really use him right now. With about a minute left of the rest period, Sparkles' leg bounced as she sat on the stool, anticipating what's to come. It was impossible for her to control her breathing at this point to try and come up with a strategy, but all she could think of was to just go for it and hope for the best. Besides, what's the worst that can happen? "Seconds away!" The ref shouted, indicating for the fighters to stand. Both Sparkles and Voltage readied themselves and stared each other down as if they were going to try and kill each other or fuck each other. [i]*DING!*[/i] Despite both fighters panting hard after those two, intense, sexually-charged rounds, both are still more than willing to give it their all in this last round. And that was made clear after opening the round with yet another explosive slugfest. It wasn't before long, however, that Sparkles began blocking as best as she could. But Voltage ends up breaking through and starts pelting her breasts with jabs and uppercuts. She tried to step back and cover her chest, wincing at the pain getting put on to her sensitive breasts. Yet Voltage keeps on her just like he has been this whole fight and quickly backs her up against the ropes. Sparkles then starts to turtle a bit to protect herself against his somewhat calculated punches, balling up and trying to stand her ground to not allow him a hit at her face or body. Eventually, she finds an opening approximately where she hoped to nab him: right around his liver area. One of his weak spots. She then throws two, quick left hooks towards that area but gets a hook to her jaw in return. Still, she hoped to take advantage of this and steps to the right to try and escape. As per his aggressive, high-energy nature, Voltage tried to keep on top of her to keep her against the ropes, until he got nabbed in the liver from those punches, making him wince. At least he got in a counter before the pink puppy slipped away. Finally getting a chance to not be balled up so much, Sparkles shuffles back towards the center of the ring as she tries not to get too distracted by Voltage's semi-hard member flopping around. Gods that thing had some size to it! At least it didn't distract her too much when she saw him charging at her, looking to stay on top of her again. As annoying as it was, Sparkles did put up a solid guard and was just as quick on her feet as himself. Though he came up with an idea once his eyes briefly flicked down towards her trunks. He quickly closed the gap as if he was going to clinch with her, but he instead throws a right uppercut to her belly, and then another right in her crotch. Sparkles yelped at the low blow, but noticed he didn't pull his arm back. Rather, he was in a half clinch with her: his left arm keeping her close to him around her shoulder, and his right glove grabbing her pussy and lifting upwards as best as he could to drive the point home. He then began rubbing his glove against her groin as if he was trying to finger her. "Wish you didn't have these pesky trunks in the way, puppy!" He'd growl, driving his glove into her crotch more. She'd growl back, irritated. She hated to admit it, but she enjoyed having her pussy played with so aggressively, even if it was hidden under her silky trunks. Though seeing as he left himself wide open, she got to work pelting him with punches to his tummy, followed by a couple uppercuts to his jaw, forcing a break. After all, it's not like the ref will do so anytime soon; for all she knew, he was probably groping his leaky jockstrap as he watched...or straight-up jerking off to the sight before him. That retaliation didn't take much to force Voltage off. She quickly hopped back away from him, nursing her crotch a bit with her glove and knowing it's going to sting once this is all done and over with. Voltage did the same, though nursed his tummy and jaw a bit after that encounter. He shook his head to keep himself in the fight, even if he's slowly devolving into a primal, puppy state of wanting to fuck this bitch for hours. "Fuck, she's tough..." He muttered as he opted to stay a little more defensive this time. He'd gotten so used to other pups giving in before this third round, but this pup...this [i]BITCH,[/i] wasn't letting up. Sparkles' legs felt a tad wobbly after that abuse to her groin, though she knew she could still stand just fine. She was already panting quite a bit and feeling somewhat gassed out, and the tight pup hood didn't help either. But she could tell Voltage was in a similar situation, though how much worse he was fairing, she wasn't sure. Suddenly, a cheeky idea popped into her head as they began circling each other, though she'd have to back him up far enough for it to work. Both fighters were a bit more cautious this time as they studied each other and took intermittent steps towards each other, unsure what the other would do. Both of them were winded, sure, but their shared, horny energy kept them going. Neither of them knew how much time was left in the round by this point; frankly, neither of them cared. Voltage began taking slightly more aggressive steps towards Sparkles, weaving around a bit before throwing a few jabs her way, forcing her back somewhat. Even if she knew he was looking to back her up against the ropes or a corner, she went with it and began shuffling back. This is almost too perfect. She backed up just enough that his punches wouldn't land or barely graze her gloves or arms, trying to keep control of the situation. Once she figured she was close enough, she went for a slip to circle around Voltage so [i]his[/i] back faced the ropes. Sure she took a few punches in the process, but now it was time to break through and give him something she knew he wanted. And as soon as she was able to, she threw a few, hard jabs at his arms to break open his defenses and dove at him. Once she locked him in a clinch, she used her slightly heavier frame to her advantage to pin him against the ropes. Then, while lifting both of their hoods' muzzles, planted the most awkward kiss she's ever given to anyone. Needless to say, this threw off Voltage almost completely. He let his arms relax somewhat, unsure if this was just another distraction or if this bitch was just [i]really[/i] horny all of a sudden. He figured the latter and took it in stride, letting himself relax a bit more as his cock began to harden again. Sparkles kept up the awkward kiss for a bit to let the crowd get a good look...only to suddenly break the kiss and start pelting Voltage with a flurry of punches to his head. With one punch after the other, Voltage's head snapped around in all directions as spit and sweat flew this way and that. He struggled to get his arms back up but he began to feel extremely woozy from this assault. It wasn't before long until his legs buckled and he slowly collapsed along the ropes and onto the green canvas. The dalmatian ref had to quickly get between them, shoving Sparkles back and accidentally coping a feel. After telling her to go to the corner, he only had to take one look at Voltage to see that he wasn't getting up anytime soon. "Knockout!!" [i]*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*[/i] Immediately a wave of boos and fuck you's poured from the crowd, completely drowning out the few cheers from Sparkles' supporters. The few bouncers and Danny struggled to keep all these angry pups from breaking into The Yard. Rumble ended up buried in the chaos trying to enter, but he quickly lost sight of his Mistress who just scored the biggest upset in the history of Studs' Kennel's boxing matches. Meanwhile, Sparkles nervously backed towards the center of The Yard as she looked around, slowly getting her gloves up, knowing it wouldn't have been of any use against an angry mob. "EVERYONE! STAY!!!" Danny shouted, despite his hood muffling his voice. All the pups did as they were told while those with handlers kept a tight grip on their leashes, harnesses, or collars. Danny muttered something to the dalmatian ref before grabbing a mic. As the ref went to carry a hobbling Voltage back to the locker room, barking at everyone else to back off, Danny began his speech. "Well...this tournament has been...interesting," he began. "Yes, I know all of us hate the outcome, and so do I, but Sparkles here won fair and square. Even with a bye advancing her further up the bracket because of those sore losers, she came, she endured, and she conquered. And it appears she gained some supporters here tonight, correct?" Said supporters, including Rumble, howled in response. Danny shrugged and chuckled a bit. "Hey! I don't blame ya either! She was amazing tonight! Because for the first time in [i]The Studs' Kennel's[/i] history, a woman has won one of our boxing tournaments!" Even if the boos started right back up, he waved for Sparkles to stand next to him, lifting her right arm despite the mostly negative feedback from the crowd. Rumble managed to break through the crowd and open the gate to The Yard, climbing into the ring despite the bouncers' protest. He didn't care. He ran towards his Mistress and gave her a tight hug, nearly collapsing her and Danny. She put her left arm around him in response. After Danny lowered her arm, he leaned in close to her ear, speaking loud enough so only she could hear. "I'll escort you two to the locker room. We need to talk..." [center]* * *[/center] By now, any other pups partaking in the tournament were nowhere to be found in the locker room. The only occupants were Rumble, who was nursing Sparkles after helping her remove her gloves and wraps, the dalmatian ref doing the same with Voltage, who had his pup hood off as he was being checked for injuries, and Danny, who paced about as he thought of what to do about this unique situation. Despite Rumble's best attempts to help Sparkles relax after that intense fight, she felt nothing but tension from Danny. She didn't sense any hostility from Voltage or the dalmatian, though they both seemed just as keen to hear what Danny had to say. The tall, yellow-clad alpha pup turned his attention towards Sparkles, crossing his arms as if he were a disappointed father. "So...Sparkles..." It was clear he struggled to keep the hostility out of his tone. "Congratulations on your victory. You made history here, despite the upset you caused," he said, flatly. "And...even if you [i]did[/i] force out two of the most well-liked fighters of this establishment, and pitted 99% of everyone against you...you won, fair and square..." It was apparent Danny did [i]not[/i] seem happy about this outcome. Not that she cared, but he could at least [i]pretend[/i] to be happy about her victory. "I'll give you the pot, don't worry," he said when he noticed Sparkles' eyes glaring at him. "But I'll have to talk to the owner about letting your kind into this establishment. Please understand that, for decades, [i]The Studs' Kennel[/i] has been a safe-haven for men like us." He gestured about the locker room. "If we included women here...well, it wouldn't be called [i]The[/i] Studs' [i]Kennel[/i], now would it?" Sparkles growled a bit, though she understood what he meant. She was about to say something when Rumble interjected. "Danny...c'mon, dude! That way of thinking is so...archaic! Like, I get what you're providing here, and I appreciate that, but look at the times we're in now. We need more places that are inclusive for everyone now more than ever. Fuck dude...what rock have you been living under!?" Danny's eyes went wide for a moment, letting out a frustrated sigh as he glared at Rumble. He was about to retort when he heard the door to the locker room open, holding his tongue when he saw who it was. "Shit..." Was all he could say. It was the old man at the Fighters' desk Sparkles went to when she first arrived. His bushy eyebrows furrowed and glared at Danny for a moment, then to Sparkles, then Rumble, then the dalmatian and Voltage. Compared to everyone else she saw thus far at this club, he was the only one who was fully clothed, not wearing any kink gear, and lacking a pup hood. "Danny! What the hell has been going on!? Been hearing nothing but complaining all night, and I almost got into it with Rudy and Rock when they stormed outta here!" "Why don't you ask [i]her,[/i] Boss!?" He yelled as he pointed to Sparkles. "Or should I ask [i]you[/i] because [i]you[/i] let her in here!" The dalmatian and Voltage looked at each other, both thinking the same thing. Knowing Danny and the boss are going to start arguing again, they decided to slip out the opened locker room door and mingle with the rest of their fellow pups for the rest of the evening. "I was hesitant to let her in, sure! And I want to keep this an exclusively gay gentleman's club just as much as you! But do you realize how much [i]business[/i] we've gotten because of her!?" He yelled, gesturing towards Sparkles. "Boss! The tournament was a shitshow! Probably the biggest one we've had in years!" "I saw, Dan. You...do know I watch the security cams when entrants are all accounted for, right?" Danny let out a sigh. "Right..." If he could move his yellow, neoprene ears on his own, they'd be lowering by now. Even the rubber tail he wore would be lowering as well if he could move that. His boss continued. "Was it a shitshow? Of course it was! Did that bitch fight fair and square, regardless? Bet your ass she did! Probably some of the best damn boxing I've seen around here since I opened this place up." If Sparkles didn't have her hood on, they'd see her get a little flustered at the compliment. But she didn't sink in embarrassment or humility; she raised her head high and proud, knowing what she's accomplished here. Admittedly, she wasn't trying to make a point coming here; she just wanted to box and show what people like her can do so, and this was the best place to prove one's mettle. Yet, in all her travels throughout the city, very few wanted to box with a woman. The boss placed a hand on Danny's shoulder. "Dan...give her the prize money and we'll talk this out later. I don't like arguing in front of the pups...okay?" Danny nodded and sighed. "Sorry I lost my cool, Boss." He smiled. "Go get yourself a drink and relax too, while you're at it." Danny nodded again and left to go fetch the tournament pot. Once he was gone, the boss turned to Sparkles and Rumble. "Sorry about that. He's always been more stubborn than me," he chuckled. "You both still have your red tags, correct?" Rumble lifted his tag on his collar while Sparkles lifted hers, along with the green tag. "Good. Good. Rumble, you're still allowed at [i]The Studs' Kennel[/i], but you'll need to score another tag if you want to enter the tournament again." Rumble nodded, wiggling a bit as if he were wagging his tail. "That's fine with me! But...what about my Mistress? She's...she's still allowed too, right?" The boss nodded and looked at Sparkles. "Of course! She's still got both her tags, right? She's free to come to [i]The Studs' Kennel[/i] and take part in our tournaments as much as she wants, so long as you have that green tag." Even Sparkles acted like she was wagging her tail a bit too. He chuckled seeing how easily these two reacted to praise. "Now, you two stay here while I go see what's keeping Dan. My guess is he decided to drink first before doing what I told him to do...again." The boss waved at them as he shuffled out of the locker room, slowly opening then closing the door, briefly letting in the bass of the music into the locker room. Both Rumble and Sparkles felt themselves flush in the face but then chuckled at what just happened. "You want to, uh, shower up quick while we wait, Mistress?" Rumble asked. Sparkles nodded, tugging at the bottoms of their hoods, suggesting they take them off. Of course, Rumble did as instructed like a good puppy. With a smile, Sparkles took Rumble's hand to lead them to the showers. And for the first time, they shared a passionate kiss without those pesky muzzles in the way. [b][i]This work is 100% created by a human and uses 0 input from ANY AI tools and resources! 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