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The forward display showed 'hero' and 'villain' with Pyctoral and Parabolt entered respectively. The capybara scrunched his muzzle to one side, shifting his stance to be a bit more forward. "Does the simulation really need 'sides' for sparring?"

The wolf chuckled amicably, and pressed a button. His name and Parabolt's reversed in the display. "If you like, I could play the bad guy for you. Get you some heroism practice."

Raising his brow incredulously, the capybara glanced between the display and the heroic wolf on the other side. "I didn't realize there'd be roleplay involved."

Pyctoral pressed a button on the console and suddenly his suit began to change. The primary red was replaced with a less saturated green, silver accents appearing all over his suit to match his mask. The mask itself grew more angular, more mimicking the shape of his chest window. The bluish-grey parts of his fur looked more lavender, better aligning with his new outfit. He stepped out from behind the console as it vanished, letting out a far less friendly chuckle. "Who said anything about roleplay?"

Parabolt's eyes widened, and he was suddenly glad that his cowl covered his cheeks. He could feel his cheeks heat up as the heroic lupine's transformation sent him blushing.

Stalking towards the de facto hero of the simulation, the wolf's chest and arms flexed, swelling against the tight metamaterials. Pyctoral smirked an arrogant slant across his muzzle as his face pointed directly at Parabolt's own. Again, because of the nature of his mask hiding his iris and pupils from sight, it was hard to tell exactly where he was looking, and why that made him lick his lips salaciously.

Trying to control his heartbeat, the broad-shouldered rodent found himself already on the back foot before a single blow had been exchanged. And most worryingly, his blush wasn't fading. Every intimidation display the wolf broadcast was striking somewhere deep in Parabolt's mind, and flipping switches in directions he was sure was unintentional. He tried to beat back his flustered feelings, watching how the muscular wolf moved.

When Pyctoral stopped flexing, the capybara saw his opening. The distance had been closed such that he could just shift his weight, wind back, and punch, aimed right at the white fur exposed on his chest. Parabolt went for the sternum, only to nearly lose balance as his fist just kept going after hitting the cleft of the untensed muscles.

The broad-chested wolf grasped Parabolt's shoulders in his hands, holding him firmly in place. He was showing no pain at having an arm buried nearly to the elbow in what should have been the bones protecting his vital organs. In fact, he was rumbling, a low lascivious croon escaping when he parted his jaws to speak. "Oh, you didn't say anything about feeding yourself to me. Or... did you not know that men vanish into my chest, feeding my powerful muscles?"

Parabolt shuddered, repositioning his booted feet on the packed earth to get himself better leverage to yank his hand back. Unfortunately, at that moment the muscular lupine flexed his chest tightly. If anything, the capybara felt his hand sink deeper. Seeing his elbow nestled into the valley between his opponent's pectorals, hearing those teasing words... he couldn't really, could he?

Pyctoral leaned his muzzle in close to the other male's ear, growling in a breathy baritone rumble. "Why do you think I have a chest window?"

The rubber-clad super clenched his fist tight within. Parabolt released a stun-gun's amperage from his knuckles directly into the chest. It certainly wouldn't relax those muscles, but it might stun the wolf enough to halt his advance. The capybara felt his rubber suit getting tight in the groin as his conflicted mind dealt with all this new information.

As he hoped, Pyctoral quivered, letting go of his shoulders. As he expected, the wolf's chest squeezed even tighter on his arm. As he'd feared, the growling voice returned, unphased. "Ooh, electro-stimulus..."

Parabolt thoughtlessly let out an undignified squeak and braced his arm against the top of the chest window, astride the deep valley holding his arm. The electric rodent yanked hard, twisting his whole torso like he was trying to start a lawnmower. His hand came free with a ripping sound, and the capybara staggered out of easy arm's reach. The broad-shouldered male panted heavily, shifting into a ready stance, arms settled below his shoulders and wound up to punch again.

"Next punch won't get free so easy." The wolf licked his lips and tilted his head towards the hand that had been buried into his bosom.

To not take his eyes off his opponent, the capybara raised that arm up into his vision beside the broad-chested lupine. He shuddered as he saw his bare brown fur instead of the rubber of his suit. There was a clean tear at his elbow, and none of his glove that had passed into the dark valley had been allowed to return.

Pyctoral mirrored the arm pose, extending his fingers. With a flourish of those digits back into a fist, the rubber glove appeared, as if bursting from his flesh, even passing through the sleeve of his suit to layer on top. The black rubber was all there, complete with the golden studs across the knuckles. The wolf's, however, looked purposefully cut at the elbow, a straight hem unlike the uneven tear where it came from. "I can also repurpose anything I absorb.... Just with strong heroes like you, I feel you have your best purpose as my muscles..." He groped his chest as the glove sank back into his flesh like it had never been there.