Fair Game
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Tulane shuffled back and forth between his feet, circling around the shorter, thinner fox. Tulane blinked a few times in an attempt to clear the blood from his eyes; the fox had caught him across the brow with a rather hard hit from his staff only a minute earlier. His paws tightened on his own staff and he took a few shots at the fox, not expecting anything except the quick, reflexive parries.
Jarrod kept his eyes locked on the horse, easily knocking aside the blows with the ends of his own staff. Tulane had a good couple inches of height on him, and probably sixty pounds of muscle, but the fox was quicker. His speed had allowed him a literal crack at the horse's head, but that wasn't enough to bring him down. There was enough power behind the horse's attacks that any shot might end it for the fox.
The fox faked a shot towards the horse's face before sweeping down against the knees. Tulane was slower, but not slow. He brought his staff down and blocked the attack, using the fox's momentary loss of momentum to swing a right hook at the fox's jaw. The blow connected with a pop and Jarrod staggered backwards, almost dropping his staff, and he spit some blood onto the ground.
Tulane pressed the advantage by stepping forward and swinging his staff overhead like a large club, hoping to bait a block, rather than a counter attack. Jarrod took the bait and brought his staff up to block the attack, but Tulane reeled back and drove a kick aimed at the fox's chest. The fox was caught off guard by the kick and had no time to protect himself. A loud snap drove the fox onto his back, staff dropped.
Jarrod hit the ground, teeth barred, and brought both paws in front of him, a blast of fire shooting out at the horse's body. Tulane braced himself and his skin glimmered in the fireblast and turned to metal, washing over him and dissipating harmlessly.
A whistle blew loudly and Jarrod let his head fall back onto the ground. "Tulane takes the match! Sorry Jarrod, you know the rules. Disqualified," the girl said.
"Come on! That was such a cheap fucking move," the fox snarled, sitting up and then clutching at his chest with a choked cry of pain.
"And if you're fighting fair fight, then you're fighting it wrong," the girl said. Tabitha, a short, young tigress, looked back at the other students in the room. "Got that? Don't get upset when someone fights dirty. Fight dirty back. You're not going to get a medal for chivalry. Do whatever you can to protect yourself,"
Jarrod was clutching at his chest, some blood still trickling from his muzzle. "But we have powers and abilities to use to do just that,"
"Not if someone is blocking you. That was the entire point of this exercise," Tabitha snapped, staring the fox down until he looked away. "Now, go cleanup. Tulane, get yourself and Jarrod to the healers, then cleanup. Dismissed," she said.
The rest of the students left the small arena and Tabitha was on their heals. Tulane grabbed his staff and the fox's, offering a paw down to Jarrod who just glared reproachfully before pulling himself to his feet on his own accord. "I can do it myself," he muttered angrily.
Tulane thought about letting it go but his brow furrowed, forcing him to blink blood from his eyes again. "Look, it was a fair fight, and you got me pretty good. I've got nothing against you. So you can either let me help you, or you can be pissy,"
Jarrod opened his muzzle to say something, but the look on the horse's face made his own soften. He sighed and let his head hang down, giving a short nod. "Sorry. I'm just..."
"Hot headed?" the horse suggested, lips curling into a smile to show he only meant no ill will.
The fox looked up and a smile threatened his lips before he chuckled. "I guess. Just frustrated. I know I'm better than you,"
Tulane grinned and puffed out his chest. "That's some strong words for someone who just got laid out on the ground now isn't it?" he said, patting Jarrod on the shoulder. "But, I agree,"
Jarrod's ears perked up and he looked up at the horse as they began walking towards the Academy's infirmary. "Really?"
"Of course. You're quicker to react to things, and have enough strength in you to deal a hard hit. If you were up against someone who didn't know you, you'd be a lot harder to take down," the horse said.
"How so?" Jarrod asked.
"Well, I know just how short tempered you can be. I got in that one cheap blow on you and I knew you'd lose your cool. You got thrown off balance and flustered."
The fox frowned and looked down at the ground, bringing a paw up to feel his tender jaw. "It's difficult not to get so worked up,"
Tulane nodded and gave one of the fox's shoulders a gentle squeeze. "Just something to work on. How's your chest feel?"
Jarrod laughed, grimacing at the feeling and spitting more blood onto the floor. "I'm pretty certain I'm bleeding inside. At least one or two broken ribs. How's your head?"
"It's not the hardest hit I've taken, but it definitely made my head spin. Thank god for the healers, right?" the horse joked.
The infirmary was a short walk from the arena and both were taken into a single room to be worked over by a few of the medical students there. Healing powers seemed to work best against traumatic injuries; lacerations, broken bones, burns. After a few minutes of work from a pair of healers, both had been patched up and scolded about being more careful in the future. Jarrod's ribs had torn in some delicate places, but the healers fixed it easily enough. Tulane, on the other hand, suffered a serious enough concussion and was warned off of exercise and alcohol for the time being, and had to come back in the morning.
Brain and spine injuries were tricky, and usually required too much energy to heal completely. Powers could only do so much, and the healers would never both to fix a simple concussion, or a bruise, unless it was life-threatening. Diseases were near impossible to take care of.
The horse groaned and rubbed a paw over his now-healed forehead as he and the fox left the infirmary behind them. "Well, guess I'm not going to spar until they clear me of this."
Jarrod ducked his head sheepishly, now carrying his own staff. "Sorry. I didn't think I'd gotten you that good,"
"Me neither, but apparently you hit me just right. Or wrong, depending on your view. It was a good hit, though. Good thing you didn't get me again, or they might have made me stay the night. Damn, though, no alcohol. Was hoping for a nice drink now that classes were done for the day,"
"Sorry," Jarrod apologized again, walking through the courtyard towards the Academy barracks. "I'll buy you a drink once you can have one, though,"
"I'll keep you to that," Tulane said, clapping a paw down on the fox's shoulder and giving it another squeeze. He took a few steps ahead of them and opened the door for the fox, following in after him.
Everyone had their own room at the Academy, though bathrooms were shared suite-style between two rooms. The two shared a room on the second floor, and every step up the stairs ached to the both. Neither had any broken bones, or were bleeding anymore, but bruises and aches were still painful.
They both entered in through Jarrod's door and Tulane walked through the bathroom to his own room, dropping off his staff before shucking his clothes and stepping back into the bathroom. Jarrod had done the same and jumped a bit when he turned to see the naked horse in front of him.
Blood and sweat matted his fur in places from their match and had dried in place. Tulane took down his ponytail, shaking out his long, black mane. He had chestnut colored fur, and patch of white on the top of his muzzle, another near his navel. His hands and feet were white, and the skin beneath was black, but only visible near his eyes, mouth, or, where the fox had really noticed, his sheath.
They'd seen each other naked on a few occasions before, but never for long, and never been intimate together; they'd only shared the room a few months since the year had started. "See something you like?" the horse teased, taking another step into the bathroom and giving his hips a gentle shake, his heavy sac swaying.
Jarrod swallowed and looked away and coughed, embarrassed. "No, I just. Uh, no if you want to shower first,"
"Hah, come on. It's not that big of a deal, shower's big. Come on," the horse stepped over and turned on the shower, waiting outside until it heated up.
Jarrod's face was flushed and he thought about just closing the door and waiting for the horse to finish, but the offer had been made. The fox mentally took a deep breath and stepped into the bathroom, keeping his eyes focused on anything but the horse.
Tulane didn't say anything, but did sneak a glance over the fox's body. The fox was shorter, but not by much. He hated to admit it, but the smaller fox was probably in better shape than he was. He could easily overpower Jarrod, but that didn't stop the fact that the fox's muscles were more clearly defined and shaped than his own. Russet fur with a creamy white chest and neck, those two, cute black marks on his muzzle, and black gloves and socks. No hair, though, which disappointed the horse in an I-wish-they'd-decorated-my-award-with-rubies=instead-of-sapphires sort of way; he liked running a hand up through someone's hair for a good kiss.
He stepped into the stream of water and ducked his head under to wet his hair and clear the blood from his face. "Ahh, this feels much better," he muttered.
Jarrod stayed to the side, just watching the horse and fighting the urge to reach out and touch the strong, shapely form. He wasn't sure about stepping into the shower's basin just yet.
When the fox didn't reply the horse wiped his eyes clear and peered at the other male. "You gonna get in?" he asked, pulling his hair back behind him. "I won't hog the water, I swear,"
"Y-yeah, I was just.. I mean, this is- you're very-" he struggled to find the words to describe the awkwardness he felt.
"Open?" Tulane suggested, shrugging his shoulders. "I can be, yeah. I guess it depends on who it is,"
Jarrod stepped into the basin, some of the water spraying over the horse's shoulder and onto his chest. The heat felt nice on his aching chest. "I mean, I know you're gay, the walls aren't that thick," the fox said, cheeks red as he laughed good-naturedly.
The horse grinned wide at that comment and he turned his back on the fox to get himself washed free of any sweat still on him. "And you never thought about coming over to find out for yourself?"
The fox squirmed at the thought, remembering the last time he'd heard the horse's excursions. "I mean, I don't know."
Tulane arched an eyebrow and turned back to face the fox, stepping out of the way as he began to soap himself up. "I mean, you are gay, aren't you? I thought you were, but I've never heard anything from your side of the wall," he joked, then his face blanched and he froze. "Oh god, you're not a-"
"No! No, I'm not," the fox said quickly, laughing and rubbing both paws over his face to help him relax. "I guess I usually go to someone else's room. Never really come back here,"
"Whew," the horse said, relaxing and continuing to rub himself down with soap. "I was going to feel like a complete ass if you ended up being a virgin. This would be a terrible way to have your first time,"
Jarrod giggled and rubbed himself clean before working some soap into his own fur. "I don't think it'd be all that bad, you're very... you know."
Tulane smirked and stepped back under the water to rinse off. "Thanks. You're pretty "you know" yourself," he teased. "Easy to work up," he said with a grin downward.
Jarrod hadn't even realized how much his body reacted to their simple shower together. An inch of crimson foxhood was peeking up from his plump, white sheath. "Hah, sorry... tension, I guess. You talk about this stuff like it's nothing,"
"I grew up with three brothers and three sisters. There was never any privacy, and when you're all close in age... well, lots can happen," a genuine blush touching his cheeks. "Honestly, I'd thought about you a couple times we'd ran across each other, but this seemed like a good enough time to try and hit on you,"
Jarrod was relaxing with all the small talk, and he stepped back under the water, eyes closed. "Pretty flimsy attempt, though, right? I could have just closed the door and waited for you to finish sho-" his words were cut off as the horse's muzzle pressed against his own slimmer one. The fox inhaled sharply, body going rigid for a few seconds.
Tulane placed one hand on the fox's hip and the other cupped the back of his head, holding him close and teasing his tongue forward against the fox's lips. Jarrod exhaled calmly and pressed into the kiss, relaxing once more and leaning on the broad-chested horse, sheath touching the horse's large sac. They turned to the side to let the water cascade over and between their bodies. The paw on the back of the fox's head dropped to rest on the small of his back, pulling him in closer.
The fox's paws were between their chests, holding on to Tulane's shoulders as he returned the kiss eagerly. It had been some time since he'd gotten any alone time with anyone, and the horse's attention was greatly appreciated. He could feel the horse's cock drop free against his own hardening member and it only served to arouse him further.
Tulane's paw slid over the curve of the fox's rear before dipping beneath the wet tail. A finger circled the fox's pucker before pressing at it, drawing a soft groan from the fox. Taking this as a good sign, the horse gently eased his finger against the ring of flesh before he felt it part around him. Jarrod's body shivered against his own and he worked that finger deeper until he was in to the knuckle and able to press against the fox's prostate.
Jarrod had to break the kiss to take in a deep breath and he lay his head on Tulane's chest. "Oh god,"
"Too fast?" the horse asked, pausing for a moment and looking down.
"No, it's just... been a while," Jarrod said, cock pulsing against the horse's balls. "Damn, I don't think I've taken someone your size, though," Jarrod scoffed, looking between them to see the horse's shaft straining against his stomach.
It was twice as thick as the fox's member and a few inches longer. Pink mottled the top and the ring stood out against the otherwise smooth flesh. "Yeah, I get that a lot," Tulane mused, working his hips to drag the length through the fox's wet fur. He pulled his finger back to the tip, tested a second finger against the fox's entrance, and worked them both back in together.
Jarrod hissed and pressed his forehead back into the horse's chest, spreading his legs to help relax. Despite the pain, his cock throbbed with a perverse need. "You're gonna hurt,"
Tulane kissed Jarrod's forehead and pressed his fingers into the fox's prostate. "We don't have to if you think you can't take it,"
"I can take it," the fox assured him, knowing that the pain would fade quick enough once they got started.
The horse used his free hand to shut off the water before it cooled off on them and he worked both fingers back and forth inside the fox's passage before pulling them free. Jarrod turned around and leaned against the wall, resting his head on his folded arms and lifting his tail up for the horse.
Tulane knelt down and pressed his broad muzzle up under the fox's tail, tongue sliding out against the entrance before pushing it in. The fox had been stretched enough that there was no resistance, and the noise Jarrod made made the horse's cock bob between his legs. His tongue teased along the fox's tunnel and sensitive spots while one of the horse's hands moved up between Jarrod's legs to stroke over the slick length.
Jarrod wasn't familiar with some of the noises coming from his muzzle as his head rolled back and forth on his arms. He'd never had someone's tongue under his tail like this and it felt divine. There was no doubt that a few minutes of this and the horse's paw would milk him dry across the wall.
Once he was satisfied that he fox's passage was slick enough, he stood back up, tapping the fox's ass with his heavy cock. "I think you might want to get acquainted, first. Will make it a bit easier," he joked.
The fox nodded and turned back to face the horse, sinking to his knees to come eye-level with the horse's length. "I'm not even sure I can stretch my jaw around it," he exaggerated, pulling the spire of flesh down with both paws so it was angled at his face.
A dollop of pre welled up at the tip and oozed out in a thick strand, but Jarrod's tongue caught it before pressing in against the source, teasing out another thick drop. He salivated like a starving man around the horse's length as he wedged the head between his lips.
Tulane urged him further down along his shaft and watched the fox struggle with each passing inch. "Damn, your mouth is hot... just don't go about setting my cock on fire," he laughed.
Jarrod had made it down to the horse's medial ring and his lips were touching it as the back of his head stretched to accommodate the thickness when the horse's comment made him gag and pull back with a gasp for air. He choked a few times and laughed, swatting the side of the horse's cock with a paw. "Ass. I was doing fine until you said that,"
Tulane pulled Jarrod to his feet and turned him around once more. "Mhm, enough talk, hm?" he pressed the head of his cock to the fox's passage and humped forward to sink the head inside before Jarrod had a time to react.
Jarrod's paws clawed uselessly at the wall as the head stretched him wide. No amount of preparation could have helped for someone so big, and he pressed his face into the wall and hissed. "Keep going,"
Tulane was going to give him some time to relax, but nodded and started shifting his weight forward to sink a few more inches into the fox. Luckily he was dripping like a broken faucet, and it would become easier after a few thrusts; the fox just had to last for those few thrusts. Once he felt his medial ring press against the stretched passage he stopped and waited.
Jarrod's cock hadn't softened in the least. A line of pre dangled obscenely from the tip and he was panting through his nose to help him relax around the intruder. It was definitely bigger than anything he'd taken, or was likely to take again, and he was determined to take it like a champ. The bottom of his stomach dropped out when he felt the monster pull back from him, threatening to pop free.
Tulane's body tingled with the warmth from the fox's clinging passage, and the ridge of his cock caught at the fox's hole before he shoved forward again, lubed with pre. The thrust drew a pained whimper from Jarrod's muzzle, but Tulane didn't give him any respite and gave another quick hump right after.
The fox banged his head against the wall once and ground his teeth together, growling and huffing needed breaths. It was unlike any pain he'd felt before, yet there was still a measure of pleasure underneath it all. One of the horse's paws slid in front of him and gripped his rigid cock. "Damn. You're hard as a rock," he mumbled into one of Jarrod's ears, nibbling at the fuzzy triangle.
"I'm going to need to see a healer after this, aren't I," the fox said, voice raw and choked with lust.
Tulane chuckled and withdrew until his cock popped free, shoving it back in before the fox could close. Jarrod cried out and Tulane groaned in pleasure. His hips worked some quick, deep thrusts that made the fox's knees almost buckle from the feeling. "We'll see," the horse muttered, turning all his attention to their mating.
The pain had finally gave way to the pleasure he'd been waiting for, and the horse's thick length ground against his prostate like a bump in the road. His knot was swelling from the attention and the horse's fingers tugged back the taut skin to grip firmly beneath the growing bulb. The effect was immediate; a needy jerk from the fox's hips as the horse's paw simulated a tie, but tighter than any he'd experienced before.
Jarrod's knot inflated against the horse's paw and his orgasm drew to the surface, ready to blow across the shower wall... but it never came. Tulane's paw was clamped down so tight behind his knot that Jarrod hadn't even noticed the other paw squeezing around his balls. Keeping the fox back from his orgasm, the horse continued to hump back and forth through the warm, tight passage, heavy balls swinging like a pendulum.
Jarrod choked back a cry of anguish as his hips jerked and twitched, cock pulsing needily in the horse's paws, needing to release their pent-up load now more than ever, but the horse wouldn't relent. Tulane's cock drove into him, sinking in until that ring pressed past his pucker and stretched him just a bit wider. The fox dragged both paws down over the wall, leaving scorch marks over the wet wood, whines and whimpers spilling from his muzzle.
The horse could feel his own peak rising and he worked his hips quicker, keeping himself deep in the fox and plumbing his depths with every surge of his hips. The head of his cock flared wide and he could feel his orgasm crash over him like a dam breaking. Cum flooded Jarrod's tunnel with one gush, some spilling back out over his balls. Tulane yanked his cock free and slid his cock up between the fox's legs so his cock was against Jarrod's own shaft.
Jarrod could feel the horse's cock flare inside him and the extra width made his head spin; when that engorged head pulled back along his walls and popped free he was surprised he didn't black out. Then he felt the thick pillar of flesh slide up between his legs and the horse's paws released his cock to grip them both together. The fox's own climax hit and he pushed back from the wall to lean into the horse's arms.
Tulane's paws gripped his own and the fox's cock as the pair of them spurt ropes of thick cum up over the fox's chest and face. The scent of horse and fox flooded the room as ropes of warm cum mixed on the fox's body, some pooling at their feet. Jarrod would have collapsed it if weren't for the horse's arms under his own, and he wasn't entirely certain that his weight would have been enough to push the horse's cock down with how hard he felt.
Tulane took a step back against the wall and pulled Jarrod against his chest, panting hard and shuddering as he rode off the last of his orgasm. "Damn... wow, I didn't think I'd last that long, really. You're like a furnace. A tight furnace," he teased.
Jarrod's body convulsed a couple times and he slumped against the horse's chest, drenched in more cum than water at this point, knot still obscenely fat and pulsing with his heartbeat. "I've never cum so hard in my life... I think I need to lay down," he whispered.
"Mmm, cleanup first, then lay down," the horse reminded him, turning on the shower and barely noticing the cooler temperature now.
"Cleanup, lay down... food? Then lay down again," the fox suggested, rubbing his paws over the horse's arms and smiling to himself.
"Cleanup, lay down, food, lay down, round two, then sleep," Tulane amended.
Jarrod grinned and turned his head to the side to kiss the horse's cheek. "Fine. cleanup, lay down, round two, food, lay down, round three,"
Tulane laughed and kissed Jarrod's nose. "Think you're gonna need a trip of the healers and maybe a couple more "cleanup" in there, but it sounds good so far. I'm fine with anything, though,"
Jarrod nodded and yawned wide and relaxed in Tulane's arms as the water did little to help wash away their seed. "Mmm, even if it's cleanup, rain check, and lay down?"
The horse ran a paw over the fox's ears, kissing his forehead. "Even if it's cleanup, rain check, and lay down," he repeated.