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Gunn'** s Final Fight**

The soft crunch of fallen leaves marked his every step as he passed his way through this thick forest. Shadows from the leaves kept this undergrowth shaded and hidden away leaving him well hidden thanks to the dark fur that covered most of his outer-body. It was his undertone that was more likely to give away, a lighter brown, but enough to show him off as his broad chest and round pudge was on full display out here. Even his hands and feet shared the same fate, but where brought up at the ready. The strength of his body showed that he was a brawler. Strong shoulders, broad arms, a well packed chest to poke out over that round belly, and with his hands raised in front of his face he was ready to defend himself against anything that might happen to come across him.

Gunn was an adventurer, but beyond that he was an adventurer with a reputation. Strong in body, basically skilled at his class and job, but his reputation was about none of that. The legends that circled around this fight was about his weakness, one that had cost him nearly every fight he'd ever put himself into. With his wide stance he'd venture this forest, walking carefully step by step while the sounds of forest life had stopped all together. His rottweiler ears perked at the silence and his stance lowered. Eyes worked to peer around, expecting something, anything, and while he turned in place the crunching pace of leafs under his feet would give away his path towards a tree that he was planning to put his back against for security. If someone was going to sneak up on him then Gunn knew that it would be much harder to do if his back was against something hard and firm.

For now he waited, watching, wondering, not curious about IF an attack would come, but WHEN it would and how much time he'd have to respond. His ears twisted, swirled, as they tried to pick up on any sounds at all, but nothing came through to him leaving him wondering just what was going on. Could his time of suffering in fights happened to often already that it's made him paranoid about any instance where a sneak attack or ambush might happen to come around? Maybe he was simply over thinking things and needed to move on from this spot in order to find the action that he'd been seeking. Even as he turned from this tree his guard would start to slip, his hands lowering, and by the time he pulled himself away from that tree trunk in order to move around it all he could see a strong and muscular presence of a man standing there at the side of the tree that he'd been leaning against, turning directly to face him without any time to re-prepare or stop what was about to come. All Gunn could do was release a gasp, his breath escaping his lungs in a sharp flow that was destined to be followed by even more.

It was the fast snap of a fist arching wide through the air that caught Gunn's attention, his brown forearms lifting up to guard himself and in doing so pulling his guard away from the area being targeted to begin with. A strike that came directly at him caused him to want to protect his face, but what he felt instead was the fur on the back of this man's arm brush across the fur of his own elbows right before the full force of that powerful blow sunk deep within Gunn's stomach. The loud cough that should have flowed from his lungs never came out as his body instantly became still from just this strike alone. His eyes widened, his lips jutted out as if expecting some air flow to be forced from his body and with his guard lifted so high those arms would shake in their own failure to defend the man that had just suffered this devastating hit.

This hand vanished into his stomach, that pudgy belly wrapping around this man's wrist while the harsh blow alone was powerful enough to lift Gunn off of the ground entirely and throw him backwards. Those feet didn't move, frozen in place like the rest of his instantly stunned body leaving nothing to find its way beneath him he was made to tumble down across the dirt floor of this forest while the indention left in him stomach remained for a while longer. Gunn tried to groan, struggled to make any noise at all while he felt his tightened body strain to even move an inch now that he was on the ground. The pain that filled his body, that filled his stomach, that filled his core, was nothing compared to the pain in his lungs as he finally felt his breath wheeze through his still furrowed lips. By the time he was able to pull them back to his face he could only do so in order to form a wince while his shivering body tried to grip at the ground for the sake of pushing himself up at all. Nothing happened, though, as everything remained locked up and only gave him movement just enough to slide his already defeated figure across the ground and against the base of that tree he'd been hiding behind earlier.

Gunn felt the bark rub through his fur, scratching at him, scraping at him as if trying to help hold him up as well only to feel it crumble under his weight thanks to the size of his muscles and the pudge that covered him around his middle. It was obvious that he wasn't getting back to his feet, that he wasn't going to be able to climb in order to recover from this, but still those eyes turned towards the man that hit him, the man who's strike had downed him in one blow and left him in this quivering mess of a state.

"That wasn't even a tenth of my strength, pup!" The voice growled down at him, lips pulled back into almost a snarl as this man looked down on the creature below him, at the state that such a weak punch had left his own son.

Gunn couldn't speak, at least not yet, but he could see and turning his eyes up at this man, this father of his all he could see was the look of disappointment in those old eyes. His dad was getting up there in age, the grey that had started out as nothing more than a few spots here and there had taken up much of his snout at this point and yet while time discolored most things it did nothing to the bulky look of those swollen and well toned muscles that made up that body. A temple of commitment which brought about the riches of health, strength, and capability, and like every temple it was kept maintained. It didn't help that this father was a legend in the adventuring circles. Known for his fists against the toughest of enemies. It was a legend that even Gunn lived by and had hoped to surpass some day.

Raedr knelt down, seeing that his son wasn't about to get up anytime soon so that his words wouldn't have far to travel. "You left yourself completely open because you thought you were safe. You know exactly why I brought you out here, and let your guard down anyway. That's no good. Also, it doesn't help that your belly is always so full of air. Makes it an easy target. You've got to start sucking in that gut and toning it down some."

This explanation was nothing new to the younger between them, he'd heard it plenty of times between this old man and many others that had seen him in this state more times than he could count.

"It's... ugh.. not like I want to get hit..." Gunn managed to stammer. His lips still quivering alone while he weakly tries to push past his own shaking so that he could force himself up onto his own feet.

It was an excuse if nothing else, a useless series of words that added nothing and did little more than take away from his lesson that he was trying to teach. Worse yet, the attitude that his not wanting to get hit somehow made up for the fact that he did get hit. Raedr was hearing none of it, unwilling to stand there and listen to nonsense and garbage words.

"If you don't want to get hit then you'll be able to defend. That means I won't have to hold back anymore." There was clearly a level of scorn in his voice, one that couldn't be hidden away even if this father wanted it to be, but he was going to teach his child the cost of weakness. "If you want to win the fight at the Brawler's Bout and get your revenge on that old Tugg then you'd better stop making up excuses and start improving."

By the time Gunn was able to push himself from the tree, by the time he was able to finally straighten himself out enough to stance his breath was finally beginning to come back into his body. That stomach of his heaved liked a slowly pulsating heart, swelling and shrinking, growing and declining. It was slow, but it was obvious and the exact thing that Raedr had been warning him about just minutes ago.

With a slow growl the old dog would turn, shaking his head as he took a step away from his son. It was clear to Gunn that his father was leaving, that his dad was fed up and about to abandon him. His body arched, his figure trying to show any form of recovery while he opened his mouth to speak only for this father to bound backwards. The movement was smooth, trained, accurate, and planted his elbow directly into that still recovering stomach.

As much air as he had taken in the canine found himself losing and so much more. The force of that hit didn't just have Raedr's strength behind it, but his entire body weight which pinned Gunn directly into that tree again even when he felt that joint sinking deeper and deeper into his body in what had to be a moment, but felt like an eternity. This elbow all but vanished within the confines of that pudge covered stomach, the fat and muscle folding around it like a slice of bread until this younger fighter was absolutely certain that his dad had hit him in the spine. If Raedr had, then he certainly wasn't saying, not while the constant look of absolute disappointment remained clearly on his face.

Gunn's own face showed the pain twist within it, the sensation of that arm sinking in, the feeling of it bottoming out within his body, and the taste of his own breath exit his lips in a loud sputtering as if that round stomach had actually been a balloon that had just been squeezed flat. This forced his lips forward, making them impact one another over and over again while those eyes crossed on the spot. His ears twisted in opposite directions, facing nearly randomly as even they tried to make sense of this attack all while he shivered and shook in place against that elbow.

The rottweiler couldn't hold himself up, not after something like that, and without even being able to control himself he felt his body slump over just enough that his jaw would land on his father's shoulder, resting there while he breathlessly strained to regain himself even in the least, something that wasn't about to happen anytime soon.

"You're breathing almost entirely with your stomach, pup. You need to learn to use your lungs more." Raedr tried to explain only to look over and see the fluttered look of those eyes shut which only made this old dog sigh all that much more. Of course, this meant that Gunn might not have heard what he'd just said, but more importantly, it meant that he'd now have to take his son back to the village himself.

* * *

When he opened his eyes he'd expected to see the sight of the green leaves stretching out from their randomly appointed trees in order to make a thick shade across the forest floor. He expected to see his father standing there over him once again with cracked knuckles and looking for a chance to strike in on that stomach again. It was something he'd grown use to, something he envisioned constantly, and yet these last few days since he was carried back to his home the dark furred dog had woken up everyday with this expectation on his mind.

Even now as he opened his eyes that light that flooded his gaze would immediately fade away, but it wasn't the outdoors he was expecting to see. Instead, Gunn was allowed to stare back into the smiling face of the rottweiler that he'd fallen in love with so long ago. Every morning he thought he'd wake up after a hard beating, but instead was met with the dream of his handsome lover looking over him. With that strong, brown hand reaching up he'd pull Cody down to him so that their lips could meet in a soft and fragrant morning kiss. The sensation of those lips against his own, allowed Gunn's eyes to close once again only so that he could open them much wider with far less fatigue showing over his body.

"Morning, Gunn." This fellow dog spoke down to him, pulling himself out of that hand grip and straightening up a bit more.

Cody wasn't a fighter, not even in the slightest bit, he wasn't even a warrior or any level of adventurer. He was the handsome and fit man that any other adventurer would be happy to come home to after a long day of fighting off whatever evil and villainous activities might be spawned from the darkest corners of these lands. He was a lover, a kind soul with eyes only for the rottweiler that rested below him on this bed.

"I made breakfast for you, and your dad stopped by asking if you were going to go back out and train some more today." He'd finish his report, trying to keep things simple for now while Gunn slowly sat up on the bed.

The breakfast was one thing, but the idea of going back out into the forest and getting his butt kicked all over again just seemed less like training and more like simple punishment at this point. It was something that made him think about his stakes in this upcoming fight, about his need to compete at all. If he didn't, though, what did that say about him as a fighter? What would that say about him as a warrior? What would that say about him as a son? It wasn't just his name on the line, but the reputation of his entire family line that had been known for so long as strong defenders and protectors. Would losing once again be worth maintaining such a reputation? Was it worth losing once again in front of Cody who actually cared about him in ways that this village and the people within it never could?

"Do you think..." He was silenced by a finger over his lips, those eyes filled with worry and doubt turning up towards a smiling face of the smaller rottweiler.

"Shhh..." Cody started, "I don't care about these tournaments and adventures you go on. I care about you. If you don't want to fight anymore then nobody will make you. We have this great house, a lovely garden. You don't have to go on any adventures or fight anyone if you don't want to. And I'll fight anyone that tries to make you."

The statement forced a chuckle from the stronger dog, his arm moving to wrap around the hips of the man that he loved so deeply. There was something about this smaller creature that always relaxed him. Only moments ago he was doubting everything, depressed, sorrowful with his own failings, and with this single statement Cody had somehow managed to cut through all of that like a hot knife and drove all of those negative thoughts away. If his lover had any kind of magical abilities then it had to be the way that he can always make him smile.

"Alright then. No more fighting, no more adventures, no more brawling. It will just be you and me from now on." Gunn finally declared, announcing openly his plan to retire from such a life in favor of the much more simple and enjoyable life hidden so openly within these walls.

"I'm so happy to hear that. It always hurts to see you get punched in the stomach like that." the smaller dog would admit, being pulled into his husband's lap for a quick rest while he'd lean himself forward to be braced by that rather firm chest and broad shoulder. "Just try not to lose these muscles, Gunn. They make good pillows."

The soft laughter between them continued well after Cody's little joke, their bodies relaxing and melding onto one another while both enjoyed the warmth and company of the other. Their figures met and even while this smaller dog rested on top of his lover his eyes quickly opened wide and he'd gasp.

"I forgot to get you breakfast!" He called out, alerted at his own laps in memory thanks to their small conversation and snuggling.

When this dog tried to pull away his body would find itself trapped, locked between two strong arms that made sure that he couldn't get away so easily, "Let's skip breakfast for now."

* * *

The talk he'd had with his lover was something of magic, a decision that he'd come to alongside the man he'd spend the rest of his life with that made him realize that up until now he hadn't been caring about the next day, the next week, the next year. His path had been day by day of him getting into fights and torn down most of the time due to some terrible weakness that he simply couldn't find a way to overcome. But now he found himself relaxing, enjoying himself, able to look forward to the rest of his life without fear and worry that he'd have to get so easily devastated by any random enemy that happened his way. He was happy and so much so that he didn't even notice that a week had passed even while his short furred body was resting in this public bath house. Strong, muscular, toned arms stretched out to the sides along the edge of this enormous tub while his head simply leaned back against the stone pillar that held up this entire roof. With nobody else in here he was able to enjoy the structure of the building, the design of the pool, the steam that wafted around him, and above all the tingling sensation in the back of his mind that he should try and enjoy this peace while it lasted.

His body was on full display, powerful, muscular, clearly well trained and of course that pudge of a muscle gut that had it's own legend revolving around not having much muscle, but the water that filled this tub was heated, near boiling, which made the visibility lacking at best. Murky, but plenty fluid enough for him to slide his right hand from the edge of this pool only to disappear below the surface so his eager and powerful digits could perform the delicate work of wrapping around his furred sheath. The touch of his hand fur brushing along the bristles of his lower fur was something easily ignored while the softer pads at his palm and his finger tips could easily feel every bend and curve of that hair as it slid out of the way to follow the path of the water as his motions started to cause only the slightest of waves in this marble room. Was he was really feeling for, though, was the thickness, how much resistance that his widening sheath was putting against his effort as he even felt his fingers made to part against the quickly stiffening meat the rested just under the surface.

With this dick growing larger, wider, it soon exited the tip of his sacred container to extend out with his hand following along. Every stroke he made caused his wrist to flow further from his body, caused him to reach his arm out just that little bit more. Even his breath couldn't keep pace with his own stroking as he felt himself gritting his teeth against his own effort. Those same teeth parted for a second, allowing a soft of not slightly muffled moan to exit his mouth only for those teeth to come back together around the softness of his lower lip. His mind was little more than fluff and fuzz as he rested there, a panting and moaning beast of lust and need, his hard shaft already throbbing against the heat of the water that wrapped it, but then a single image came into his mind, a single thought that made his hand slow to a complete stop. The thought that he should be sharing this shaft with someone special to him instead of tending to himself. It was a thought that made him smile, and one that he knew would bring a smile to Cody's face as well.

With hands pressing down against the stone edges of this massive pool he'd force himself up. The weight of the water was nothing compared to the strength that his body was able to display, the strength that one could look on at if he wasn't in here by himself. Even when the water ran off of his body, dripping off of the short fur and down back into the pool were it belonged, this drenched and matted display would show off every single curve of that powerful and well trained body. His chest was packed down, folding around his pecs to show each one in an awesome display that outlined the strong display of his shoulders. Each was round and toned, easily giving off the message of what kind of training he'd been through over the many years of his time as an adventurer. His arms each housed muscle that was easily ignored any other time, bulking and settled well against his bone and sides. Those legs of his were no different, well developed and easily noticeable now that his fur was wet and packed against his figure. His sides, his back, even his neck were all welcoming to this same theme that showed exactly what kind of powerful fighter he was meant to be. The round pudge of his stomach was the only evidence of fat that was on his body, toned like anything else, but clearly soft and bloated like a balloon where he still hadn't learned how to not breath using his belly just yet.

Even when he walked that thick manhood of his bobbed in place, swaying with each step even as he moved towards the edge of this bathhouse to fetch his towel. That sheath was no longer doing anything to stop what he had to show and his attitude was clearly to simply let it bob and hang in place between those very powerful thighs. It too dripped with the water from the tub, but without any fur to hide it normally what was on display was completely flesh and no fluff at all. By the time he got his towel in hand he was able to wrap it around his waist, tucking the edge in quickly so that he wouldn't need to hold it up for it to remain secure around him. Of course, this did nothing to hide the tent he was sporting, but there was little he could really do against the lust and need of his own natural instincts.

With water still dripping from his body the door to this steaming bathhouse remained directly in front of him. His careful steps were clouded by thoughts of not simply leaving here, but how he was going to present himself to his mate and lover when he arrived back at his home wearing this towel and only this towel. It was a bold move, but one that he didn't mind. Why should he care if others of this tribe saw him wearing nothing but a towel? What could they possibly do to stop his plan now?

That's what he thought anyway, of course few things ever really go as planned and with this doorway standing in front of him the wooden construct would be thrown open so that a tall figure could stand within this threshold. It could be said that this man shadowed the entire doorway, but such a statement would be a lie as it rose a few feet over the top of his head. Even without this height, however, he still managed to stand with both of his canine shoulders touching the frame thanks to the thickness of his muscular short size. it was simple to say that he blocked the doorway, but even Gunn could see over his grey furred head to the much thinner and far more wily rat that stood behind him.

"Is that him?" This rodent would ask quickly, his voice speaking rather fast for someone spending time in this village.

"Yeah... That's him. That's the bitch that decided to quit being an adventurer just because he's tired of getting his tail beat." This canine said, even scoffing as he managed to look up at his follow dog while still looking down on him.

"Shove it, Tugg. I'm not in the game anymore. I'd rather spend time with my husband." Gunn defended himself, already not wanting to deal with such an abrupt douche-bag so early in the day.

"Look at that, Tugg," the rat spoke up, even pointing down at Gunn's crotch, "Someone's spending a little too much time thinking about his husband." The way that the rat said this line was clearly voicing it with a level of contention, as if he didn't approve of such things that were coming from his mouth.

"And who the fuck are you?!"

Tugg growled quickly, narrowing his gaze right back at the taller rottweiler, "Watch your tone, boy. This is Minge. He's an honorary member of the tribe."

The shorter, but far stronger dog couldn't help but look down at this hard cock floating hidden under that towel, not wanting to see it, but not wanting it to exist at all, "And why are you getting your rocks off in here? You need take that mess to your bitch 'boyfriend' if you want to get hard and bothered.

Gunn couldn't hold back his growl any longer, the fur at the back of his neck was threatening to stand on end even as he listened to such a hate filled comment like that. It required a response, though, and if Tugg was going to take such a blow at him then he was going to shoot back with his own words, "Why are you so concerned by my hard-on, Tugg? You want to get at it before Cody does? You don't have to be so jealous."

This very statement was enough to set the shorter rottweiler off. Hands reached up for the strong canine and with no grace behind his moment at all this admittedly shorter, but so much stronger forced both of his hands against Gunn's shoulders to push against his body with enough force to cause the taller dog to stumble backwards.

The push alone was hard, heavy, but Gunn had at least received enough actual training from his father that a single push alone wouldn't knock him off of his feet. Of course, keeping his footing only went so far and that sensation of a hard wall hitting his back did was the push alone could never do. When his knees buckled from under him it was due to the shock and surprise of a flat surface bouncing him back forward that caused his hips to slide down just a bit. Even now he kept his feet under him, kept himself from crumbling to the floor, but that didn't stop the growl from his voice, his lips from peeling back over his teeth and those ears folding away. The heat from his breath alone challenged that of the heat from the steam that filled his bathhouse even while his body was pressed up against this wall with the shorter canine staring up at him.

"You got something to say, boy?" Tugg barked, snarling right back at the taller rottweiler that he so easily overpowered.

Gunn was done, though, he was fed up with people treating him so abusively just because of one very dumb and pointless weakness. He was tired of being targeted and so standing in front of this older fighter he'd finally growl out to him with very clear words, "If you're worried so much about my cock, then feel free to get on your knees take care of it yourself."

His chest puffed, his body stiffened, and his eyes glared down at this older dog. He showed the signs of being proud of his statement while that thick chest made itself known along with his puffed up stomach that was once again filled with air. The attack that followed came through like a lightning bolt, flowing straight from Tugg's shoulder and into that stomach with enough force to release the entirety of Gunn's puffed out chest into the space between them. Normally the taller dog would be knocked back by such a strike saving him from at least a little of it, but thanks to that wall he had no where to go leaving him to take the full entire attack of the punch as his body was made to fold over it entirely, his chest even resting on that shoulder while his cheeks inflated like a chipmunk and those eyes crossed in the most clownish way possible. It was funny, but Tugg wasn't laughing.

This ex-adventurer wasn't expecting for the older dog to resort to violence so quickly, to be struck so hard in his cut that it forced his ears to stick out in near random directions. Those puffed out cheeks found themselves slowly deflating as the air within slowly leaked freely in the form of a long whistle due to perked lips remaining jutted out from his face. By the time his breath had fully escaped his body was left trembling across the length of this man's arm, every muscle could be felt shaking on this limb leaving the shorter dog even less impressed than he'd been before even while those knees quivered for any level of balance at all. By the time Tugg pulled his arm back Gunn had little choice but to crumble down into the stone floor like a sack of unneeded potatoes, his body aching and squirming against the desperate need for any level of pride or dignity, but none could be found as his towel fell away revealing that solid, hard, canine dick already softening and shrinking back into his sheath as if trying to hide away in fear that it too might be subject to some kind of brutality.

Inch by inch it would vanish into his sheath, disappearing beneath the fold of flesh and fur that had once been stretched around such a formidable girth and now quivered along with the rest of it's host to try and recover from one single punch that seemed to be at full force from this strong and far more experienced retired brawler. Even Tugg didn't know if he was as disappointed about the fact that Gunn was still filling up his belly with air after all this time and supposed training, or if he was more disappointed about the fact that it only took one hit to take him out. Even in any normal fight a winding wouldn't end it all together, but there this ex-adventurer was just squirming across the ground like he was struggling to right himself. It was pathetic to say the least, but miserable to say the most. There was no pity, though, not wanting to give this brat the encouragement of thinking that he could do better in some way or form. No, but was a punishment for this pup's rudeness, but insults thrown and suggestions made. Tugg didn't appreciate it and wouldn't stand for it as long as he was standing strong in this village. Though he had to struggle with the idea of kicking this dog while he was on the floor of this bathhouse, or if being on the floor alone was punishment enough considering what was likely on the floor in here regularly.

"And this guy is suppose to be one of your tribe's strong adventurers?" The rat would question while arms folded over his chest. A brow would be lifted in a judgmental motion that spoke far more sarcasm than his voice ever really could.

Tugg could tell that his close and longstanding friend was rather disappointed with how quickly Gunn had been taken down. The harsh tones and thick skull-ed resolve of the younger rottweiler was something to be expected as young adults tend to let their pride get in the way of their logic and understanding, but for someone that was supposed to be trained seeing him scratching at the floor of this room from just one punch after such a long time verbally fighting with his friend came across as simply unimpressive. It brought about the question of who trained Gunn and why such a training had failed so horribly. It was hard to imagine a tribe even having any use for someone that could be defeated in only a single strike.

In the midst of these thoughts the older rod spoke up, explaining quickly "Training aint the problem. Kid is just a soft belly queer. Doesn't know how to breath without puffing up that stomach and it ends up being a big old target."

Hearing them above him speaking Gunn tried to get himself back to his feet, but his arms felt week against the floor and refused to help lift him up which only lead to the young pup kicking and clawing at the floor all the more while his already wasted muscles forced him to shake and quiver.

"Bitch can't even get himself up off the floor just like last year in that tournament. Kid things he's all that, but can't handle even the slightest jab. Probably better that he's not an adventurer anymore. He'd just get himself killed at this point."

Gunn tried to remember what his father had told him, what his dad said when this kind of thing happened. That pain ached through his body which only distracted him from the lessons he's received before that even now slowly bled back into his mind. For now the stinging sensation that filled his abs and core forced the dog to remain down, his teeth gritted his eyes clinched. Their voices above him didn't help at all even as he listened to the beating breath of their laughter echoing throughout this building. This was why he'd stop being an adventurer, but that didn't mean he'd stop having pride in who he was. He needed to relax, to breath, to allow his lungs to fill once again, but this was made hard with the deep sensation of that still indented blow crushing so deeply in his body.

By the time the stinging of his diaphragm started to lessen and those lungs began to fill again this dog had been struggling across the filthy floor of this bath house for a little while. With air starting to sink back into his body his strained figure would try and lift him once again, trying to pick himself up off of the floor, but even this wouldn't be permitted by the far stronger brawler who gripped Gunn by his ear and head-fur to assist him back to his feet. The rottweiler was hoping that things were completed, that this fight had ended with that one strike, but Tugg had other ideas all together.

Having Gunn at his mercy was one thing, but this older canine wanted to see the smart mouthed upstart suffer for what he said to him. Before Gunn could even get his lungs fully filled, while he was still being held perfectly in place, that other hand swung in fast. It wasn't his fist this time, but instead the flat of Tugg's palm beating deep into the confines of that abdominal pit that sunk his wrist in even deeper this time than he had last time. The strike forced the mouth to open even as all of the breath was dumped from them all over again. No sound rolled from his lungs, however, not after those inner organs were emptied of any method of breathing at all, and while that jaw was hanging loose in place that tongue also rolled from his lips with a long stream of uncontrolled drool flowing down in the form of a long string only to break when the spit became too heavy. Gunn's figure shivered in place, unable to drop down to his knees once again thanks to being held up, but it was clear that his legs were doing nothing to keep him off of the floor.

With one single swing of this young pup's body, Tugg would pull his own arm to the side so that his would-be opponent was forced up against a wall, the cold sensation of it hitting the ex-adventurer's back and leaving him bouncing in place while the both of them laughed. Gunn's eyes were rolled into the back of his head, his one eye open wide while the other was half closed and shocked expression looking almost like the aftermath of a more erotic situation. Even while they laughed, though, they taunted, speaking loudly to the younger dog as if he couldn't hear every single word that they said.

"What a weakling, and did you see that face?!" Minge asked excitedly, his feet almost dancing in place from how much fun it looked to beat the tar out of this dog.

"Who could miss it? One little punch gives us a fight AND a show all at once! This bitch can't even handle his lungs being emptied. He was never going to be a real fighter with these skills." Tugg replied quickly, turning his head towards his rat friend who's tail was already swaying behind him with anticipation. As much as he'd love to keep beating on Gunn all day the older canine knew that he'd need to get on with the rest of his day, "Listen here, pup. If you're going to be talking shit in a place like this you'd better start working on those abs. Everyone knows you've got a soft belly, so if you don't build it up then you'll be suffering like this for a lot longer."

The explanation didn't fall on deaf ears, but working on his abs was something that Gunn had been doing all of this time. It wasn't that he was slacking off, but no matter how much he worked out it didn't seem to matter, he just kept getting hit in the stomach and suffering an instant loss. Still, he knew that he had to work on it, especially if everyone knew and would likely start to be mean spirited about him quitting his live as a brawler, but that was when he heard the question that made his still weakened gaze turn to the rat.

"I want in on this. Let me get some hits in."

If Gunn was at all respected in this tribe then he'd at least be denied anymore suffering, but Tugg didn't respect anyone least of all some soft belly dog with an attitude problem. That was the only release when that hand released Gunn the man that would be standing in front of him was this rodent. With a cracking of his knuckles the younger dog could see the stretched out grin on the rat's face leaving him to groan even deeper as he tried to straighten himself out at all. When that fist came in it was clear that Minge wasn't any kind of brawler, his talents remained more in the stealthy and pillaging arts than that of straight fist on fist fighting. That didn't matter to this rottweiler, however, as that hand sunk deep into his brown furred body, vanishing deeply until he felt the impact of this fight colliding with his spine.

Up against a wall there was nowhere that he could go, but with his abs tenderized the way that they were thanks to his fellow tribesman this dog had no defense at all against that fist sinking as deeply into his body as Minge could have wanted. This caused his cheeks to puff out, his lips puckering to try and keep any air within his body that he could which only served to force his face to turn a bright blue. Shaking, shivering, and with eyes bulging wide he'd stagger to shiver in place while he felt that hand remove itself from his body rather quickly. Gunn couldn't move, couldn't even imagine moving while bolts of pain arched through his body over and over again, but that didn't stop the floor from rising up to slap him in the side of the face anyway, his gaze completely gone and his body shivering while he struggled to break once again only to find darkness surrounding his vision and soon blocking everything out.

* * *

"You really don't have to do this, Gunn." The words of his lover spoke clearly in his mind over and over again, as if a record was skipping while he prepared for what was to come. Cody, as usual, was completely right. He didn't have to do this.

As an adventurer he had to deep with fighting others, deal with getting the brunt force of many belly punching attacks over and over again, but as a citizen of this village he didn't feel that he needed to anymore. Being taken down in the bathroom in such a way wasn't just an attack, in his mind it was a message that he could never really leave the game that he'd become part of. He'd never be able to escape the legacy of legend that his father had left for him to live up to. If he was going to be an adventurer and get downed by strikes to the stomach time and again then he could accept that, he was putting himself out there to ask for it, but having quit the game and still suffering the same abuse, that wasn't something he could tolerate anymore, even if he completely deserved it. So even if Cody was right, his lover was still very wrong. He did have to do this.

But that was why Cody wasn't here, wasn't in the crowds as he stepped into the sloppily drawn circle painted into the dirt covered ground of this fighting ring, this tournament center that many had entered before and only very few had every stood in with their hands raised as champions. Gunn's father was there, watching on, willing to witness fruit that came from the effort that his son had put into their training. Even he had to admit that his son had been working far harder the last several weeks than he had the full previous years combined, but it was time to see if that effort would actually go anywhere.

When the rottweiler stepped into the ring he did so naked, it was tradition to not have any clothing, nothing for hands, feet, fingers, or toes to snag on and break something important. This was a fight, but there was no reason to take a risk for something that should be a friendly event. Of course, there was nothing friendly about Gunn's intentions for why he joined this fight and when he saw Tugg stepping into the ring on the other side his eyes narrowed all the more. lips pulled back into a silent growl that showed off his teeth. Gunn still had his pudged belly, his protruding stomach, but they'd have to see if he managed to train it enough to actually withstand any level of attack that might come against it.

"You know how this ends, we've already done this before a few weeks back, didn't we?" The shorter, but clearly stronger canine asked in a mocking and snide tone that forced his own lips into a knowing and well placed grin. "You might as well give up before we even start, pup."

"No," was the answer that he gave, nothing more, nothing less, and from there the younger but taller canine would pull his hands up to better defend his face and neck.

There was no need for a referee, no need for a bell. The moment that the both of them were ready, that both of the had their hands up to guard their faces this fight would start. For Tugg this was just another battle, another day where he got to fight someone and take them down, the fight didn't mean anything, didn't prove anything to him. Just another day where he could insert his dominance on this village and show that he's still the best brawler here. For Gunn, however, this fight meant everything and this was proven when he charged in immediately as soon as both were ready to fight. While the taller dog was usually more careful about how to approached his fights, this time he'd dive straight forward. His hand dropped, his shoulder reared and with a throwing movement of his body that punch hammered through to impact against the side of his opponent's face.

Tugg's entire skull jerked to the side, his eyes widening as he was forced to turn his head and his eyes away from this younger pup. The stinging of his cheek alone catching him by surprise even as his figure stumbled from the punch alone. It was a good hit, a well placed strike, and given Gunn's reputation for instantly losing every fight he didn't think that the taller dog had it in him to actually land a punch let alone. The shorter, stronger rottweiler hadn't considered the fact that with how easily Gunn loses fights that there wasn't much information on how strong he actually was. He was just as surprised that by the time he recovered his footing the taller dog was already on him again, already caught up to him and ready to throw another punch.

The next swing brought Tugg to duck, lowering his head and raising his guard so that the strike would barely graze over the top of his shoulders, a proper duck that brought this dog's own fist to swing up quickly from it's drop so that he could impact Gunn right in the gut. It was a hit that he knew would down the dog and end this fight once and for all. He was anticipating his fist sinking into that stomach while the fat of it wrapped around his knuckles, and that's exactly what he got, but what surprised him here was that Gunn managed to stay on his feet. There was a shaking to the pup's legs, his cheeks puffed, and his voice muffled behind the tension of those lips trying to remain together, but Gunn didn't crumble this time as he normally would. This caused the next strike that flew in to almost hit Tugg once again, his guard remaining high being the only thing that actually saved him and allowed for him to bring his other fist in just like the first to impact that stomach once again.

This repeated two more times, Gunn would swing his fists to impact those shoulders while the tightly tucked Tugg would keep his guard up and make soft pot shots at that pudged belly. They weren't hard, but were more than hard enough to normally take down the dog forcing a smirk across a proud father's lips as he noticed the training that he'd put his son through actually coming to fruition. Those hits still hurt, still wore down his stomach like a saw slowly cutting at a tree, and this was made evident by the fact that those eyes would cross with every hit, his lips would pucker sometimes, and his tongue would even occasionally stick out barely from his mouth, but what was different was that Gunn was refusing to collapse to the floor. With a few more of these hits landed against his body the younger dog knew that his punches weren't going through, that striking at Tugg's shoulder and muscular arms weren't going to take him down. It was a half step back that gave the two just enough space and while Tugg was expecting another wide strike to block against what he didn't see coming was that fist rising up from underneath. The fast incline brought those knuckles up, but Gunn's aim wasn't for Tugg's stomach like the stronger and shorter dog had done to him plenty of times so far. His goal was much higher than that and before he could even respond to the sudden attack Tugg felt that fist striking right against the underside of his jaw.

This blow brought him up to his tip toes, forced him to rise while his eyes stared widely up at the sky above him. The few stumbling steps that followed as in order to keep his balance, but even then he could see his vision starting to darken, the tunnel from the corners of his eyes narrowing. If this was any normal fighter the fight would be over, it would be a clear knock up, but even while Tugg feel to a knee he forced his vision back into normality by force of will alone, keeping himself from passing out exclusively by not allowing himself to be knocked out in such a way.

Seeing his opponent kneeling in such a way, however, left Gunn to bounce on the balls of his feet, moving to show off his quick steps while he lifted his hands into the air, expecting this fight to be over from such a hard and decisive blow, "What's the matter? Too old to take someone on without sucker punching them?" He asked loudly, wanting people to hear his words while he gloated his claimed victory. Even as Gunn looked around at the crowd he could see them looking on at him, the sights of impressed people, of his tribesmen and woman cheering for a bit while he called out loudly.

Gunn couldn't help but laugh, smiling to the onlookers that had gathered to witness this fight between two of the brawlers dedicated to this tribe. Bouts were nothing new in a place like this, fighters always looking to prove their abilities and skills against one another, but very few were able to land such a strong and decided hit on the tribe's champion. With his hands lifting up Gunn could hear the crowd grow louder and louder by the second, their voices cheering for him, calling out to him, and with another loud laugh he'd finally turn himself to look back down at the so-called champion. He'd expected to see a defeated Tugg, an old dog finally admitting defeat, and instead he saw this rottweiler standing there mid-swing, bringing a fist in hard and fast from a low position so that when his arm was fully extended it would do so by burying a deep and powerful upper-cut directly into the stomach of this younger dog. The deeper it sank the more Gunn's eyes widened as if threatening to pop out of his head entirely. His lower jaw jutting forward and his full figure shook all at once even as his body started to fold forward against that deeply penetrating punch.

As this younger dog was folded in half Tugg could feel that pup's jaw resting against his shoulder, but that fist didn't remove itself from Gunn's stomach at all. The strength of this smaller fighter needed to be displayed, demonstrated so that others wouldn't think that they can just go around gloating like fools after one well placed hit. With the flexing of his already strong muscles he'd lift the younger rottweiler up, separating Gunn's feet from the ground entirely while he smirked eagerly at the silly face this dog was making. If nothing else, this punishment was a bit amusing, entertaining due to the many kinds of looks that Gunn could make when being struck with some a hard placed blow and now locked on that face because the blow simply hasn't subsided yet.

"Just like before, you have a big mouth and nothing to back it up with. I almost feel sorry for you, but not nearly as sorry as I feel for your dad." Tugg told him, speaking in almost a whisper so that only Gunn could hear him despite the call of the crowd acting out so loudly around them. if there was one thing that Tugg didn't take kindly to it was showboating. Such things lead to egos and egos get people killed in a business like theirs. It was a lesson worth teaching to even a retired upstart like Gunn. "Next time you want to trash talk you should wait until you've already won the fight, or at least keep an eye on your opponent until their actually down."

If nothing else he could educate this pup, but that wasn't why he was here. The showing on Gunn's face was enough to show that he likely wasn't taking in much of the lesson in, and humiliating him in front of this entire village was just too much fun to actually pass up. The higher Tugg lifted him the more that face would contort, would change to fold around the pain being forced into his body. Those cheeks had been puffed out before, but with him lifted off of the ground by his stomach alone, folded over the arm of a man still in mid-punch deep within his body, the younger dog felt his cheeks puffing up all the more, swelling until they felt like they were going to burst like overfilled balloons. Even those eyes would cross, losing focus entirely as his pupils nearly vanished behind the lines of his snout, almost disappearing from their tight folding thanks to the pain of his situation alone. It was only a second later that Gunn's lips would finally part once more, the air contained within being released in a loud "ooooomphhhh" like a pooping flotation device. The sound echoed off of the houses, the trees, the very people that were standing around, and with that look on his face they'd all start to snicker. Giggles and murmurs began before each one slowly gave in to the display of this younger canine and his silly face which lead every one of them to begin to laugh.

Even Tugg had to chuckle to the look on that face, smirking as he continued to flex his muscles in order to keep Gunn suspended there in place, "So tell me, pup. Has Cody ever penetrated you this deep or is it just me?"

Tugg could feel Gunn's spine through his stomach, his knuckles moving occasionally as they ground against the bones of this rottweiler's vertebrae. His comment drew more laughter from the crowd, each one laughing at the dog who's cheeks were already burning a heated red from the lack of air as well as the heavily deepened embarrassment brought about by his townsfolk. Of course, his situation didn't help when Tugg pulled that fist back finally, forcing the dog back to the ground as fast as gravity was able to pull him. One moment that fist was holding him up and the next it was just gone and this taller canine dropped to the ground with no support. By the time his feet reached it they were in no condition to hold him up and that body would hit the ground like his legs didn't even exist at all. Of course, they had to of because something was keeping those hips of his high in the air, putting his butt up on full display while his tail flopped lazily to the side. Gunn didn't even seem to notice, not while his voice echoed out with a deep and long groan, the only sign that his lungs were finally starting to fill up once again. Even as he trembled his body was far too weak to get back up, but even when his vision started coming back he didn't need it for him to feel Tugg's foot step down on his raised butt just to make a point about what kind of state this brawler was in.

"Look at that, already in the position, huh Gunn?" Tugg joked, smiling brightly down at the boy while the crowd continued on.

Gunn didn't need to see them, not when he could hear the many things that they were saying about him leaving the canine to blush even more, but as his eyes did finally focus what he could see was the embarrassed and humiliated sight of his father staring disappointed at him. It was the same kind of look that he'd grown use to seeing after so many failed attempts at training in the forest, one that he almost didn't care if he saw again, but in many ways Gunn did care, not because his father was looking at him like an embarrassment, but because he was the cause of it to begin with. That shorter, but far stronger, rottweiler was out there ignoring his own advise, cheering right back at the crowd that was screaming their praises to him. Even when that foot was removed from his butt and those balls were on display just below it all over again in a near submissive showing the strong dog would move on to try and get even more adoration from these people leaving Gunn as the beaten mess. That was when he saw it, an opening, a showing of clear weakness on Tugg's part. The muscular canine WAS making the same mistake as Gunn and ignoring the dog as if this fight was completely won.

With his shaking body straining to pick itself up he'd keep his groan to a minimum while putting his feet below him. His legs might not work so well right now, but his arms were doing slightly better. With a staggering lunge he'd use his weight to force himself onto Tugg's back, getting a surprise attack just long enough to wrap his right arm just under that canine jaw and pulling it up against his throat. The other hand came up quickly, using the inside of his own elbow to hook the first hand so that he could use his own arm as leverage to pull that rear neck choke tight. At this point his still not fully functioning legs could just give out, collapsing once again, but this time he'd be pulling this shorter dog down with him, falling on his own back with Tugg being able to lay against him in this tight hold.

The stronger dog pulled at that arm, tried to break the hold, but it had come up so quickly, wrapped so fast that now he was stuck. The more he struggled the darker it seemed to get around him and with that dizziness settling in the his struggle soon came to a complete closure and those limbs fell limp to the side. It was then that Gunn would release him, letting go of that neck so that the dog could once again breath and once again get the flow of blood rushing back into his brain, though such a thing wouldn't wake him up right away. It was almost too easy to roll Tugg off of him, the younger pup not noticing someone there helping to remove the stronger dog from his body or even helping him back to his feet. The crowd cheered once again, their voices raising Gunn's name as the new champion, at least for now while he struggled to stay up while the person holding him made sure that he didn't collapse once again.

"Good work, son." The voice spoke out softly, echoing right into the side of his ear, the voice of his proud father, "Let's get you back home to Cody. I'm sure he'll be proud of you too."