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The sounds of metal clanking bounced off the walls and the smell of sweat lingered in the air inside the sprawling gymnasium.

This gym was nothing like your typical city franchise fitness center, it was filled with the most state of the art and efficient wellness equipment, barbells, and trainers. But when you are responsible for training the best athletes in the nation, nothing but the best will suffice.

Similarly to Dusty's Gym, where these units of furs were straining their muscles in the pursuit of becoming the top of their leagues, one Rhinoceros who was currently benching an easy 150lb weight up and over his bulging muscular sepia toned chest, was also striving to be the topmost quality in his own profession.

Richard was a competitive minded, no nonsense MMA fighter, and had earned quite the reputation for leaving opponents on the ground sans a few teeth when he stepped his tattooed, splotted body into the octagon, leaving his long flowing blond hair sweaty and often times bloody in the remnants of his victories.

With all these defeats, and hundreds of dollars a day pouring into his bank account, the Rhino could probably afford to retire wealthy and throw in the towel at any point, but his dedication to his craft was unparalleled, and his eyes were laser focused on not quitting until his bloodied gloves met the suave leather of the Ultimate Anthro Championship.

With each press of the iron, his tribal tattoo growing another centimeter with each strain, his eyes were filled with fire, and ears filled with heavy metal through his earbuds.

Finally, after seventy reps, he dropped the bar back into its grooves and sat up, taking a healthy swig from his water bottle, and stretching his well trained muscles, Richard smirked, looking to his fists.

"Two days...Two days and It's all mine..." He reminded himself cockily, flexing his fingers.

His music was so loud, he hardly noticed that a few furs had gathered around his bench, and appeared to be speaking to him, as he got to his feet and looked to the small entourage that had been spectating his bench pressing.

Sighing loudly, the Rhino removed his right earbud, and looked into the eyes of the forefront most fur, who matched his gaze with a smirk.

Only after a few other furs around the historic gym began to pull out phones and record, did the severity of the staredown hit Richard's chest.

In two days, the fight of the year was going down, the Ultimate Anthro Championship's final match, and Richard was finally a contender, but he hardly had time to revel in his arrival, as his final encounter, the one who would need to hit the mat was...

"Dan...Pleasure seeing you here..." Richard cooly replied, swallowing his growing nervousness.

With a toothy grin, larger muscles, glistening post workout orange and black striped body which held a genuinely threatening aura, stood Dan 'The Bengal Brutalizer', his brow furrowed and his log like arms crossed in front of him.

"Jesus H. Christ, you're even training at Dusty's now? If you want to be me so badly, you'll need more strips." the Tiger taunted, reaching a hand out to slap the Rhino's bare, smooth skin as Richard pulled back, raising his hands in a defensive posture.

Dan raised his own fists, as the crowd around them began to cheer, before a smaller, overweight Wolf pushed himself between the two behemoths.

"Save it for the ring, Danny boy, save it for the ring." Said the Wolf, clearly Dan's manager.

"Yeah, wouldn't wanna fight a bitch and a corpse." Dan said, spitting on the floor at Richard's feet, before turning and walking away, a large portion of the entourage following him, proving even societally who the fan favorite was.

"Fucking prick..." Richard said, sighing and sitting back down on the bench.

They were wrong, all of them, fuck the bookies that say the odds are 6:1 in Dan's favor, fuck the naysayers, fuck the haters, in two days, the 'undefeatable' tank of a fur that was Dan will fall in front of him, and the belt will fit snugly around those well maintained six pack abs.

Richard fell onto his back and wrapped his fingers around the bar once again, maybe a few more reps wouldn't hurt.

While Richard returned to pushing his limits in the Gym, outside, a small, impromptu press conference had taken place, as the paparazzi had already received footage of the would-be Gym fight between the Champ and contender.

"Do you feel that 'Ivory Tower' Richard has any possibility of defeating you, Dan?" One reporter asked, haphazardly stretching out their phone to the goateed Tiger's face.

Calmly and with a sly grin, Dan replied "I can only say one thing, I feel this will be a night to remember for the rest of the UAC's history, that I can promise you..."Cracking his neck and striking a pose for the cameras as he finished speaking.

The Tiger walked calmly with his manager to their car, seemingly ignoring the masses of paparazzi that were free firing questions toward him, and soon was out of the parking lot and on the road.

Inside the Gym, Richard finished another set of reps on the bench and sat up, eyeing the punching bag hanging on a far wall, he reached into his bag, and began wrapping his hands, as it was time to release that anger on a bag, rather than one of Dan's idiotic, misguided fans.

~36 Hours Later~

The bass of the in house entertainment system thumped through the walls, and the audible screaming of fans in the stands reverbed alongside it, and the feeling of pressure that was pushing on the anxious Rhino was nothing as he thought it would be.

Richard was no stranger to the feelings of pre-fight anxiety, even as he bodied countless furs on his climb to this position, he always felt a kneading fear in the back of his mind, what if they get the upper hand, land a good haymaker, or simply outmatch him.

Thankfully, the fear and pondering usually ended when Richard raised a fist next to the referee and was decreed a winner, again, but tonight was different.

He had fought Dan before, before the two found themselves in an official capacity, at local gyms, in amateur circuits, and now, years later, the rivalry was reawakened in a fiery, professional, career breaking fashion, and only one detail kept the Rhino on his toes.

He had never, not once, won against the large, hunky Tiger, not once.

His knees shook and his gloved hands flexed, as the Rhino looked in the mirror, pumping himself up for what was coming, preparing himself in the best way he knew, primally, harvesting all the adrenaline he could manage, before savagely screaming and throwing his right fist into the mirror with full force, sending glass shattering across the area.

"Dockin' your payout for that fuckin' mirror, Rich..." said a familiar voice, turning around to meet it, Richard was greeted with a well dressed German Shephard.

"Oh, sir, I didn't realize you'd be here..." Richard replied, the Shep smirked and shook his head.

"At the best fight of my league? Seriously?" The Shep replied, he was no ordinary dog, that was Sam Hauser, the CEO and President of UAC.

"I meant, my locker room..." Richard replied honestly, wiping the glass from his gloves in a nearby towel.

"I met both contenders, it's just common courtesy...Good luck tonight, I feel the ratings will soar tonight, we have an MA rating." Sam said firmly, before turning and leaving before Richard had a chance to reply.

An MA Rating? What is the purpose of that? The only guarantee that carries is that all the younger MMA fans will be missing out on the championship fight on TV tonight, hell they wouldn't even be allowed in the stands.

The feeling of unease began chillingly running down the Rhino's spine, between the sudden rating change, the cocky Tiger he needed to face down, and the increasing pressure of being the underdog was compounding.

In the other locker room on the other end of the sprawling well packed venue, sat the hardly dressed, muscular Tiger, his right arm spinning in a stretch, his legs being massaged by two scantily clad, twinky furs.

The door opened and Sam walked inside, waving to Dan as he approached.

"I trust the masseuses have been to your liking, Bengal?" He spoke cooly, and reached his hand out, fist bumping the Tiger.

"Oh more than liked, a good warmup for sure..." Dan replied with a growl of pleasure.

Sam adjusted his tie and sighed, looking to his left and right before firmly speaking. "I swear to god, Daniel, if you fuck this up after all the strings I had to pull, I'll KO you myself..."

Dan smirked, hardly moved by the older Shep's threat, and simply shrugged. "When he's screaming my name on the mat, and your ratings buy you a new fuckin' yacht or whatever, you'll be honored that you listened to me."

"I have no doubt, Good luck, killer, you're on in ten..." Sam said, turning and leaving just as briskly as he did to the unaware Rhino.

He was hardly a stranger to giving the exact same face bruises when they both were amateur, and those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.

Standing up and sliding his massive furred paws into his gloves, Dan dismissed his skimpy masseuses and began throwing punches in the air, imagining the twirp of a Rhino receiving them, only minutes remained until that fantasy was reality.

On opposite ends of the venue, two different crew members approached the locker rooms, and simultaneously let Dan and Richard know that it was time to make their entrances.

"I'm going to destroy him!" Richard said enthusiastically, as he walked out of the locker room.

"This will be the best fun I've had in years." Dan cooly stated, striding out of his as well.

But deep down, within both of the two fighters, brewed unspoken emotion, for Dan, it was pure, adrenalizing excitement. For Richard, it was a growing sense of unease and fear only dampened by his own bravado.

Any chance of surrendering ended, when their feet met the curtained off ramps on either side of the large chained octagon which awaited them in the center of the packed venue, the screams of the crowd hardly dampened by the black cloth that blocked them from view.

"LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND ALL OF YOU IN BETWEEN, WELCOME, TO THE UAC CHAMPIONSHIP MATCHUP OF THE CENTURY!" Boomed the voice of the announcer.

Peeking through the curtain, laying eyes on the other end of the venue, Richard watched carefully as his heart rate was rising in his chest, and the announcer continued droning on.

"YOU ALL KNOW HIM, FROM THE AMAZONIAN JUNGLE, TO THE CENTER OF THE RING, THE UNDISPUTED CHAMP HIMSELF, BRINGING CLAWS AND PAIN WHEREVER HE STEPS, THE ONE AND ONLY, DAN ' THE BENGAL BRUTALIZER'!"

The crowd went wild, screaming in near simultaneous whoops and hollers as the curtains peeled back, revealing the Tiger's large, muscular maintained body, he raised his arms in a Rocky-Esque pose and let out a loud roar which was easily audible even over the hysteric crowd.

Richard gulped, watching the Tiger approach the octagon was even more menacing in this high stakes time than it had ever been before, but what was more concerning to him was Dan's odd wardrobe for the fight.

It was odd in the fact, it hardly existed, from his head to toe, nearly every square inch of the Tiger's muscular, sweaty furred body was exposed, only a small, tightly fitting jockstrap, and a pair of shorts so immeasurably small that they basically were a formality were draped over his bulging crotch, no shoes, no shirt, and only a pair of standard MMA gloves to match the revealing lower wear.

If this was some sort of crowd-attracting fanservice stunt, it was working, as the crowd, men and women alike were whistling and catcalling the nearly exposed Tiger, literal pairs of panties flew toward the octagon.

A stark contrast to Richard's fighting garb, as he looked down at his smooth bodied frame, his full regulation sized boxers, feet wrapped and hands to match inside of his custom 'Ivory Tower' gloves.

The revealing nature of his opponent nearly had him so distracted, he almost missed his own entrance cue.

"AND HIS CHALLENGER, AN UP AND COMER WHO HAS GORED HIS WAY TO THE TOP, AND NOW WITH AN AGENDA WORTHY OF ANY WARRIOR, COMES RICHARD 'THE IVORY TOWER'!"

Taking a deep breath, the unaware Rhino slammed his fists together, let out a groan of anger, and walked through the parting curtains.

Something wasn't right, the crowd was cheering, for sure, but they were staring at Richard like he had toilet paper on his foot, the Rhino was nearly certain they knew something he didn't, his eyes darted back and forth between the oddly cheering, cooing crowd, different insults like 'Ohhh he's gonna make you his bitch!' and 'Hope ya brought a change!' bounced through his ears, adding to his confusion.

Walking up the stairs and into the doors of the octagon, which a crewhand shut behind him, all the crowd and insults, the pressure, and buildup came to an end, the only thing that Richard could see was the cocky, surefire Tiger standing across from him, smirking like a fucking schoolgirl with a toothy grin that was deserving of a swift punch.

His anger, fiery passion, and point to prove was so overpowering to the Rhino he hardly even noticed, the one massive difference between this fight and every single other battle of the fist he had found himself in previously...

There was no referee.

Turning for a moment to look at the surrounding area of the octagon, Richard noticed only three kinds of furs stood around it's chained walls. Cameramen, Crewhands, and security, but not a single ref to be found.

"The fuck is up with this?" Richard demanded as he slammed a fist against the chains, Dan simply chuckled loudly.

"What's the matter, hornhead, afraid of fighting dirty...?" He teased, raising a pointer to the Rhino.

That was it, the fire grew within Richard's stomach and caused him to impulsively charge toward Dan, his right hand raising for the first swing, hardly even caring that the bell had only rang to begin the fight after his fist swung toward his opponent's face.

The well placed punch landed perfectly into Dan's muzzle, knocking the hunky feline back a good foot and against the chains of the octagon, his smirk replaced by a growling hiss.

"Good one bitch, c'mon, gimme another." Dan teased, shaking his head and placing his fists up, taking a defense.

The fight was on, Richard obliging his opponent's tease and winding up another swing, this one missing entirely as Dan bobbed under the arcing swing, returning with an uppercut, rocking the Rhino's jaw in a well connected punch.

"Ugh, fuck." Richard exclaimed, blocking a second punch with his bulging forearms, and returning with a knee to the Tiger's abs, his knee popping with the pure muscle it connected into, a vibration being sent up Dan's torso.

Dan coughed, and swung his entire body around in a reverse backhand, sending Richard back onto his rear, he quickly stood up and raised his fists again, preparing for a solid reversal which Dan appeared to walk right into, throwing a punch which Richard quickly dodged, grabbing the Tiger's arms, and throwing another knee up into the Tiger's gut, making him cough and step back.

"Damn, Horny, who taught you how to fight all of a sudden?" Dan coyly taunted, wiping a trace of blood from his lip, spitting onto the mat and raising his gloved hands up.

Excitement was rising in Richard's mind, he had never made it past a few swings and connected hits with the cocky Tiger in the past, his abilities had surely improved since their last fight, and tonight he was dedicated to putting the cocky cat on the ground, and a belt around his waist.

"Your fuckin' momma." Richard cockily replied, before charging into another barrage of well placed punches.

Dan was punched several times over, his chest receiving blow after blow, his jaw cracked a bit under one firm haymaker, his ribs bent inward with the firmly placed hits, he successfully blocked three swings of the Rhino's frantically moving hands, but another knee to his abs sent him to his back.

Richard could hardly believe it, laying on the mat in front of him was the half naked, sprawling body of his oldest, most deplorable rival, as the Announcer began a countdown.

Riding a wave of adrenaline at the sight of victory at hand, he cheered, raising his arms at the crowd, letting out a bleating roar, which distracted him from Dan getting up, and brushing himself off.

"Did you like that, Richy? Cuz it's all you're gonna like..." Dan's voice said from behind, the announcer not even getting to 4.

Richard didn't even have time to turn around, before the massive arms of Dan wrapped around his neck and torso in a full nelson, the Rhino swung his legs backwards, and only added to the Tiger's grip, as they fell to the mat.

His grip was like a vice, holding the Rhino tightly against the sweat covered mat, and his body's constricting was for naught, he knew that Dan wouldn't be shaken off, his shoulders burned in the cramping submission hold, screaming out in pain, Richard writhed worthlessly in the apex Tiger's grip.

"Tap, you little fucking cunt." Dan firmly warned, pulling his stronger, immovable arms back further, the pain multiplying in the Rhino's shoulders. "Tap or I'm gonna break you like a fucking board."

Richard's high of victory was matched with an equally terrible comedown of reality setting in, it was over, the well placed hits in the start nearly felt like an act of teasing, and with his shoulders feeling like they were authentically going to be snapped from their sockets, tapping the mat with a wrapped foot, Richard caved once again to the massive predator holding him, his mouth screaming words he never anticipated saying tonight.

"I SUBMIT! I SUBMIIIITTT!" He screamed, wanting release from the agonizing hold.

The bell rang three times, and Dan indeed let the Rhino collapse to the mat, free of the hold.

But instead of cheering, hollering, and excitement, the stands went nearly silent, a few whistles were heard behind him.

Slowly rolling over onto his back, nearly in tears from the painful hold's effects, Richard looked around the room, attempting to figure out why the crowd had not cheered his opponent's coveted victory, and the answer was quite literally revealed in front of him.

"Now, you're gonna show this crowd what a bitch you really are..." Dan said, his cocky smile wider than ever, as Richard looked on in terror.

As if his humiliation couldn't reach higher pinnacles, the massive Tiger that had easily dispatched any chances of the belt, was now wearing not the belt, nor his boxers, or even the speedo, fully naked and with arms outstretched, the Tiger beckoned, his well hung shaft dangled limply between his legs, as the cameras focused keenly on his endowment.

"W- What, the hell...You win...I called it..." Richard whimpered, his eyes going wide, the fear that set in them clearly exciting Dan as his shaft began to slowly rise in anticipation.

"Oh, I won the belt, but I haven't won my prize..." Dan said, stepping toward the Rhino, and quickly throwing a hand outward, gripping his horn, and leaning down just enough to lock eyes with his defeated opponent.

"If you want to get out of this cage...Suck, my, fucking, cock."

Richard had never even looked at another man's shaft, let alone sucked one, but the genuine anger and fire in the Tiger's eyes was in no way mistaken for a joke, he absolutely meant it.

Richard gulped, as the hardening, red tip of the feline's cock grew another inch easily in warm heat, and suddenly was pressed up against his smooth, yellowish lips, precum already smearing them.

"I ain't gonna ask again, Show the world that you're my bitch...NOW!" Dan roared.

The pure fear and destruction of his ego, combined with the firm, unrelenting grip around his horn made him obey, Richard reluctantly pushed his head down and accepted the throbbing Tiger's invading cock into his warm mouth, it's innocence lost, live in front of a now screaming crowd.

"That's it, keep going, you fuckin' little twerp..." Dan growled out, purring while he pushed his hips forward, pressing a few more inches into the submitting Rhino's spongy mouth.

The salty flavor of Dan's precum oozed down Richard's throat, his eyes closed as he shamefully began bobbing his head along the Tiger's dominating meat, unwilling to continue, but not desiring the alternative, his position was not going to change, best to please the Tiger and take the shame.

"Better than some chicks I've had, fuck...Take it deeper, bitch..." Dan teased, firmly pulling the Rhino's snout toutly against his bulging abs, purring louder, his smirk replaced with a groaning, pleasured smile.

The audience continued cheering, their fists tossing into the air, their encouragement only sending more throbs of orgasmic, dominant energy through the Tiger's invading cock which pushed to the hilt down Richard's surprisingly talented mouth and throat.

But while Dan was surely enjoying his twerpy, pathetic little Rhino finally being in a place he truly belonged, gagging and slurping along each fiery throbbing inch of his veiny cock, he knew that a pent up, aggressive load like this would be truly wasted if the emotionally devastated Rhino simply drank it down, this was no protein shake, this was the cum of his better, his dominator, and the little cunt couldn't just get off with a simple slurp, no, this horned bitch needed to remember his place.

With a sudden, firm shove, Dan pushed Richard onto his back on the mat, saliva splattering under his hanging cock as it dripped to the ground.

For a moment, Richard thought the brutal domination was over, his throat tingled and stung with the feeling of the fresh oral fucking, his eyes watered and his body still quaked in pain from the previous takedown, he was ready to leave, ready to deal with the weeks of consistent teasing, and maybe even his career's end.

But Dan's quick, firm, and overpowering movements down atop him were enough to prove, he was far from done.

"Please, fuck, just lemme go, you made your point!" Richard dryly pleaded, falling on deaf ears, as Dan placed his elbow to the Rhino's chest, and his free hand reached down, brisky pulling his shorts down to his smooth, spotted knees.

"No I haven't, haven't you watched the goddamn Discovery Channel before? I'm your better, your Alpha, and you're gonna goddamn KNOW IT." Dan teased, growling and hiking the freshly exposed legs of his enemy up to his shoulders.

"Resist, and I'll just knock you out AND knock you up, got it?" Dan threatened.

Richard's exposed rump glistened in the spotlights, his stubby tail to the left, his inviting, beaten tailhole a tantalizing target for the brutalizing Bengal, he didn't dare say a word in reply, he only allowed the toying, destructive assault to continue.

Dan lined the saliva coated tip of his violently throbbing shaft to the Rhino's previously sacred hole, and smirked widely, the same smirk that Richard had hated, now in a completely new limelight, his fear rising and his nervousness matching it, there was nothing that could be done now, no tapping out, no more denying the facts...

Richard WAS Dan's bitch, and this was inevitable.

With a firm, violent thrust forward, Dan pushed his slicked shaft into the tight, flexing Rhino's depths, a loud growl leaving the feline's lips while he was deeply buried into what was his.

Richard let out a sharp yelp, his hole felt like it was being torn apart at the invasion of the apex predator's length, he involuntarily attempted to wriggle free, the pain guiding him more than his mind, but Dan's elbow only pushed harder down onto the smooth, spotted chest of the submissive Rhino beneath him, his cock burying inch by inch deeper into his prey's leathery depths.

"Jesus Christ, you're made for this Richy, take it, moan for me." Dan said, his predatory growls replaced with heated, genuine moans of pleasure.

Richard hardly could speak, let alone moan, he only writhed under the bullying, forceful Tiger, biting his lips and doing all he could to simply withstand the powerful, driving thrusts that pushed into his guts.

His shame only rose as Richard's own member began springing to life, inadvertently, the Tiger's thrusting cock had begun slamming into the Rhino's tender untrained prostate, waves of shameful yet incredible pleasure washed through Richard's body, he would never admit it as the shame was too great, but it actually felt good in some ways.

Dan's pleasure was overshadowing to the Rhino's however, his pre was streaming into the defeated Rhino's hole, his veiny shaft was brimming with the pure dominant feeling of the warmth engulfing it, his teeth bared and he leaned down to match the whining, writhing face of his enemy.

"You ready? You little bitch?"

Richard had been shamed beyond anything he had felt previously, defeated on the mat, now whining while the steadfast Tiger drove in and out of his abused, burning rear end, his eyes welling with tears and a loud yelping that sent the crowd into a cheering again.

The Champion inside him, the gloating, confident Tiger clenched his eyes, silently, yet clearly telling Richard what was about to happen.

"Take...it...ALL!" Dan warned, both of his trunklike arms slamming down onto Richard's chest, knocking the wind clean out of him in a final act of aggression as he buried each, achingly hard inch into the smooth Rhino's tailhole.

Richard whined, unable to speak, breath, or object, only able to take it, his depths feeling a fiery heat splashing into them, from head to toe he had fallen under Dan, and now he was being bred by the arrogant rival.

With spurt after spurt of unwavering orgasm flooding the twerp Rhino's depths, Dan's face contorted in a pleasure he had never experienced before, this was pure elysium.

It was only minutes, but it felt like hours to Richard, before the raw, relentless load finished spraying into his depths.

His shame was not complete however, as only when Dan pulled his hips back, finally exiting his stretched, cum oozing tailhole, did he hear the dismissive, agonizing words that followed it.

"Fuck, get a shot of THAT, he fuckin' CAME TOO!" Dan gloated, pointing at the beaten, freshly fucked Rhino's stomach.

Richard hardly could comprehend the shivering feeling of thousands of eyes on him and who even knew how many more on Pay-Per-View screens that were laser focused on his chest and abs.

Soaked in sweat, bruised, and bloodied, the Rhino only then noticed, his lower half was matted and splattered in cum, his own cum, Dan had milked him dry with a brutal, arrogant fucking, and he would never be able to forget it.

Only then, finally, did an official enter the ring, and as the cocky Tiger received the belt, and raised an arm in victory, his shrivelled, flaccid cock still dripping remnants of his breeding, alpha load did Richard finally accept an undeniable fact.

His fighting days were over, when The Bengal Brutalizer stepped into the Octagon.