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Wild Rumble

Part 2: High Rent District

Written by: Zylen Andel

Commissioned by: Tokeki

With one match of the tournament already done and decided, the staff the ran the tournament were already setting up for the next round. Men with brushes and soap were in the ring scrubbing it clean of the cum and sweat that had already been spilled there. Other men fixing the lighting cues, the sound cues, and the cues for the all-important pyrotechnics. They were busy trying to make sure the next match was as entertaining for the paying crowd as the first one. One such man was a koala who had a clip board and was walking with Falco Lombardi, laying out the rules for him in an efficient and professional manner.

"And there are only three win conditions for every match. You can make them tap out from a submission hold, you can pin them, or you can make them ejaculate."

"Come again?" Falco quirked an eyebrow trying to flirt with the cute little marsupial.

"Not necessary. Only one orgasm is needed to win the win the match." It wasn't a rejection, it was more like the shrugging off an annoyance that the koala had heard a thousand times before. "And as stated before any serious injury you inflict on your opponent will disqualify you from the tournament."

"So beat guys up, but don't break them. Got it." Falco shot the koala a smug grin.

The koala had seen his type before, a narcissist that was in the tournament simply to look good and show off. It really turned him off, but he had a job to do and he was going to do it. "If you'll keep following me, Mr. Lombardi."

Falco noticed that the koala wasn't interested and so lost interest, but he didn't want to get lost, so he followed the marsupial. "This is the locker room where you'll change into your costume. So, go ahead and do that. I'll wait here."

"Right now?" Falcon had no issues with the request, he was just surprised that the aloof koala was willing to stay in the room while he changed clothes. But, maybe he wanted to watch him get changed, but wanted to keep the image of professionalism. That must be it. "Alright then."

The confident avian walked over to the locker he was pointed to and opened it after figuring out the simple lock. Inside was a folded and cleanly pressed wrestling uniform with the main colors being black and pink. Falco shrugged off the pink and began removing his clothes, tossing his jacket and shirt inside the locker. He spared a glance back and saw that the koala quickly return his gaze to his clipboard with a soft blush on his furry cheeks.

It wasn't just the koala that had had his eyes on the changing avian either, Falco could feel the stares from the other men in various stages of undress in the locker room as well. His body had been shaped into a sculpted blend of strength and agility, power and precision by his military career. But there was more to remove, so Falco continued, undoing his pants and letting them fall to his ankles. His soft yellow legs scales contrasted with the dark blue of his feathers, creating a perfectly presented package of masculine beauty.

When the surprise of his metal legs and feet subsided, Falco stepped out of the pooled pants. He bent over to pick them up slowly, showing off the tight trunks he wears under the flight pants. The bright yellow trunks clung to his form, highlighting every curve of his backside and that of his bulge as well. Even the professional koala couldn't help but spare a glance at the avian's covered up goods. He was about to tell Falco that he needed to remove those trunks when he noticed that blue feathered hands slipping them down.

More eyes in the locker room attuned themselves to Falco's handsome backside as the flight trunks were slipped off. For Falco, the attention felt great and he was confident that every eye in the room was on him. He picked up the wrestling trunks and looked them over; black with pink lightning bolts on the back and a thunder cloud on the front. Continuing to make his getting dressed a show, Falco slowly slipped each leg into the wrestling tights and slid them up.

When the snug tights were cradling the bird's buns a voice surprised the men in the locker room. "So, you're gonna play Thunder Clap tonight?"

Falco and everyone else turned to see a slim and slender rabbit leaning against the door way to the locker room. He was wearing a dark blue singlet with green flames along his sides. A domino mask obscured half his face, with green neon flames around the eye holes. The rabbit's light pink fur was a stark contrast to his dark costume colors, but seemed to tie his whole look together quite nicely.

"Thunder Clap, huh? Yeah. That's me," Falco replied with the suave confidence of a man who is sure of victory.

"Well, you better get ready, Thunder Clap." The rabbit sauntered over, his nubile body looking every bit as delicious as Falco imagined his own body looked to the other men. If this rabbit was truly his opponent for the fight than, the match would be short but a scorching hot show as Falco laid claim to his fuzzy butt in front of the cheering crowd. Since the fight was already won in Falco's head, he let the rabbit keep his smirk as he approached. "Because once we get in the ring, you'll be playing with Nova Fire. And I don't want such cute rookie getting burned."

"Oh, don't worry about me." Falco leaned closer and to the rabbit, the tension building in the locker room as the avian slipped his own domino mask on. His beak sticking out but the mask covering the rest of his face. "I can take the heat."

The other men who were getting dressed and ready for their fights had stopped to witness the exchange between one of the veterans and the new blood. Nova Fire grinned and backed up, "Oh man, I can't wait to hear you moaning my name."

"That might be hard to hear over your screams as I pound you into the canvas." Falco replied, every bit as confident as the rabbit himself. But the doors closed behind the retreating rabbit, leaving Falco and the others to finish getting ready.

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It was everything Falco thought it would be. The lights and the cheering crowd were the same from the match that he observed earlier. But this time, he was standing behind the curtain watching the rabbit make his entrance and waiting for his own turn to do the same. His body was buzzing with the excitement with adrenaline coursing through his system.

The rabbit, or Nova Fire now, leapt up onto the apron and slipped into the ring with grace. He had some decent agility and dexterity, Falco had to admit that to himself, which only left a bitter taste in his mouth. It wouldn't matter once Falco was in the ring too, his training was far superior to what these wrestlers go through. He flexed his muscles, getting them full of fresh blood that was saturated with adrenaline and testosterone. The combination of chemicals making the blue avian tremble in his tight leather costume.

The music stopped and Falco looked up with a grin, new music starting that he guessed was the music used for this Thunder Clap character he was playing. The audience cheered as the curtain was torn open and the second wrestler ran all the way down to the ring and flipped into the ring, landing on his feet with a smile on his beak. Falco had arrived in the spotlight, throwing his arms up for the crowd. The lights flashed with luminous heat, the noise from the audience was deafening, but Falco was loving every second of this.

Once Falco made eye contact with Nova Fire there was a loud ding as the bell was rung to start the fight. Both fighters charged each other, but only one made contact. Falco had the reach advantage so the swift jab he threw at his opponent's chest hit. Nova Fire grunted as he stumbled back, not falling, but still reeling from the quick but strong strike. This wasn't going to be a quick match. As that thought left the rabbit's mind he circled the bird, trying to find an opening.

"Come on, Nova Fire, you're not getting cold feet are you?" Falco wasn't sure how, but not only was his voice amplified so the crowd could hear him, but it sounded different...perhaps the mask was changing his voice to become his new character. Whatever was happening, Falco found himself immersed and really let himself enjoy the spectacle.

Nova Fire growled, "My feet are plenty warm, Thunder Quack! I was just giving you a chance to hit me."

When the rabbit made his next move, he used the power in his legs to dodge and spin under another jab and throw some jabs of his own. Three to be exact, straight at the avian's naked back, sending waves of force and pain shooting straight up Falco's spine. "AGHH!"

A swift heel kick ending the barrage by sending the smaller male flying to his back and clutching his abdomen. The tight spandex of the costume could do nothing to protect his body as Nova Fire kicked up into a roll that planted his feet back on the canvas. "Nice shot. But let me show you what a real kick feels like!"

The two fighters were both quick and agile, Nova Fire having more speed while Thunderclap had more strength. And that speed was what the rabbit was relying on right now. He knew he had one shot to get in the opening he knew was there, he just hoped that this avian was as arrogant as he thought. Nova Fire planted his left foot, feeling the power radiate up through his core and into his right leg, aiming a kick at the bird's own core. Falco reacted to that potential kick believing that he could block the strike and shrug it off, but the kick never landed.

Instead a hard haymaker connected to the undefended beak, sending Falco spinning and trying to catch himself. He looked up and saw the rabbit with his arms in the air and pumping up the crowd who was giving him their adulation. This rabbit was certainly an arrogant one...he believed that the punch had knocked him down...why else would he be celebrating in that way?

Sensing his moment to strike hard, Falco charged forward and just as the rabbit turned to face him, the bird ducked. He planted his hands on the canvas, lifting his feet and bringing his strong legs down onto Nova Fire's shoulders, knocking him down to his back with Falco now sitting on his chest.

Before Nova Fire could react to his new position, he saw the black and pink covered crotch moving closer. The hot musk smelling of manly sweat, the weight of the bulge grinding against his snout surprised the rabbit. The crowd cheered loudly as the dominant display, enjoying the show. This was what Falco wanted to hear the cheers and know they belonged to him. Admiration that was made all the sweeter by humiliating the cocky rabbit. He reached a hand back behind him and rubbed the bunny's own tenting bulge.

"It feels like someone likes being my nut hugger." Falco couldn't help but smile as he squeezed that bulge firmly and rolled off the rabbit. He was sure now that he could beat this bunny...so now, it was time to play.

"Ugh! You'll pay for that!" Nova Fire rushed his opponent, but Falco was ready. A swift dodge brought an equally swift knee strike into the rabbit's abdomen. The strike stunned him long enough for Falco to spin on his heels and stand behind him, waiting for him to recover. He raised one arm and celebrated with the crowd, but never took his eyes off the angry rabbit.

"It doesn't look like I'll be paying anytime soon, Nova Fire." Falco played his part as Thunderclap with glee, having found his rhythm.

"You will!" Nova Fire charged again, coming straight at his opponent with a body slam. Both strong agile bodies colliding with a thud that left both men grunting as they pushed into and against each other. Their mostly naked bodies were wet with sweat and left them struggling to keep from slipping against each other and leaving themselves exposed.

It was Falco that made the first mistake by letting go of the rabbit's shoulder to try to grab his wrist. Nova Fire capitalized in an instant, twisting his body and making Thunderclap stumble forward into the turnbuckle. The impact of his head on the padded steel was still enough to stun the bird. But Nova Fire wasn't finished yet, he had to tire the bird out. So, he quickly spun his foe around so his back was nestled into the corner and lifted his arms up and over the top ropes of the ring. Now that the avian was somewhat helpless, Nova Fire started throwing punch after punch into Falco's gut.

The sounds of the gut punching followed by the pained groans made the rabbit feel powerful and he felt a hot throbbing in his crotch. "I told you you'd pay! Your arrogance just cost you this match!"

The brutal punches drove breathless grunts from Falco's weakened body, but it was clear by his tented trunks that he too was feeling the exhilaration of the fight. The sweaty fists found their way to hit as close to the same spot as they could. His stomach flexed and bulged, turning red under the punches. Falco knew he had to escape, but the impact to his head and the punches driving air out of his lungs he knew didn't have much power to work with. So, he did the only thing he could think of now. While Nova Fire was distracted by looking down and aiming his punches, Falco lifted one arm over the ropes and swung a quick jab.

The jab wasn't strong at all, but it gave Falco the opening to rush forward, pushing the rabbit away. Taking a few quick breaths, Falco got his fight back. He threw a gut punch of his own and hit the rabbit hard, making him double over. While the rabbit was catching his own breath, Falco lifted his head and positioned his face under his armpit. Falco squeezed his arm down around his opponent face, trapping in the musky dark of his armpit.

The earthy scent was so strong that it snapped Nova Fire right out of his pained stupor. But from his bent back position there was nothing he could do. He was so busy trying to pry the feathered arm from around his face that he failed to notice that his trunks were getting peeled down, exposing his painfully hard erection to the cheering crowd. Nova Fire only realized he was exposed when a set of skilled feathered fingers grabbed his shaft and started stroking him hard. The pain of being bent backward at this awkward angle, the forced armpit sniffing, and the stroking of his cock created a confusing haze in the rabbit's mind.

The haze crawled all over the rabbit's body, making him moan into Falco's armpit, which also made him taste the bird's sweat. It was so extenuatingly manly to be forced to drink another man's sweat while he forces pleasure on you. Nova Fire was hard for most of the match, but his resolve finally failed. He clutched Falco's arm and grunted into an unwanted but extremely satisfying orgasm, his cum blasting out of his cock and through the ropes, landing on a few lucky spectators. After the last of the opponent's orgasm had left his now softening cock, Falco dropped the rabbit to the canvas.

"I tried to tell you I could take the heat. But thanks for the warm up." Falco lifted his foot and wiped it over the rabbit's cum covered crotch, pressing down into his balls a few times to milk more from him. Then he pressed his soiled foot against the rabbit's face, his voice calm and authoritative, "Now clean my foot."

This level of dominance was so fucking arousing to Falco, he still had a very hard and throbbing cock of his own to deal with. But he didn't want to waste it on this arrogant fool. No, he hoped that he could call that cute bartender and hook up with him. Falco smiled widely as he feet the rabbit obediently licking the cum from his scaled avian foot, his tongue licking between each toe as well. When he was done, he stopped, making Falco grin as he looked down on the humiliated and defeated opponent, "Good boy."

The cheering crowd surrounded him with vocal praise and Falco had to smile at it. He almost lost that fight though, he could've easily been made to submit to that damn rabbit. He frowned at that thought, needing to take care of his sexual frustration he slid out of the ring and almost ran back to the locker room. Once there he was congratulated by a few of the other fighters who offered to help take care of his boner, but Falco showed restraint and declined the offers. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number that the bartender had left on the napkin in his other hand.

A few seconds later he heard the phone ringing...followed by the ring tone of someone else's phone. Falco turned and saw Axel standing there in the locker room, the rat opened his phone and hung up. "I came to watch your match. You were amazing!"

Falco stood up, still sporting a heavy tent in his trunks, "Thanks." He walked towards the rat, not even hiding how aroused he was. "That means a lot."

"No, it doesn't," Axel shot back. "We both know why you didn't pound that silly rabbit in the ring. You wanted to see me." Axel reached out and rubbed the sweaty bulge, feeling the large wet spot of precum soaked into the trunks. "Well, I'm here now, so let's take care of this."

Falco didn't say anything else. His lust took over and he grabbed the rat, picking him up and pinning him against one of the lockers. His feathered fingers were frenzied as they fought to find the quickest way to get this sexy male naked. A few seconds was all it took for the horny avian to yank the rat's pants down and expose him to his prodding rod.

Axel grinned, "Are you planning to fuck me with your trunks on?" Not waiting for the answer, the rat deftly used his tail to pull Falco's trunks down enough to let his hard cock bob free and slap wetly against his furry butt. "Oh wow...you are pent up, huh? That rabbit got you that hot, did he?"

The mention of his previous foe made Falco furrow his brow, but he smiled again as the rat gasped in surprise at his sudden intrusion. The precum that had been trapped in his wrestling trunks had greased his meant pole and so it sank into the rat's tight ass with one thrust. "He might've gotten me hard, but it's your ass I was thinking about."

The two men didn't care about being in the locker room, with some fighters watching them for inspiration in their own matches. All that mattered was the burning in their bodies as they fucked their lusts away using each other's bodies. Their moans filled and bounced around the locker room, and Falco could only grin as he received more than a few encouraging spanks to his ass while fucking the rat hard. The sex he was having now was great, but Falco already had his sights set on his next match and the fun that he would have in it...and after it.

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