Just For Kicks
A commission for Gazman3855 staring himself, a hot pair of kicks and a fresh contender.
Never try to come between a bun and his highs.
Just for Kicks.
© Tsumi Moogle '21
Characters © Themselves.
'Alright sir, all together, that will be $329.99, tap your card on the side, and your password on the screen when prompted!' smiled the weary-eyed vulpine behind the register as Gaz followed the verbal guidance, perking his ears for the pleasing 'beep!' of transferring ownership and taking his receipt and the bagged up box with a jaunty little hop in his step.
Oh he'd been waiting on these bad boys to be released for a few weeks now. Put his name down for the pre-order and everything. No way he was going to miss out on a limited run of the Crushers line.
As the green-furred bun made his way for the door, he paused to the sound of a haughty voice behind him, and casting a gold eye back towards the cashier sympathetically, he eyed over the wolf barking his demand for a pair of the Crushers. Size 14.
Turning with a grin, Gaz continued from the store, his sensitive ears picking up a snippet of the cashier's voice.
'I'm terribly sorry sir. I just sold the last pair in that size.'
Letting the steady motion of the escalator take him to an emptier portion of the mall, the lime-green bun found himself a bench to sit at, tugging at his well worn in sneakers, and splaying the toes of his blue-and-white socks with a light groan.
Pulling the box from the bag, Gaz grinned with delight as he lifted the lid to admire the plush high-tops in a rich black, Angular sections in whites and greys, with insets that shimmered opalescently.
Pre-laced was a neat extra, he considered, thumbing over the silky nylon, before the sound of heavy footsteps drew the buck's gaze up.
The haughty wolf, with an axe to grind. Metaphorically.
'Hey you.' Oh, this would be good. 'I want those shoes. Give you a hundred for them.'
Gaz's grey eyebrow threatened to vanish into his smooth styled coif of hair as he regarded the snowy furred lupine standing over him. Upright, he'd be a half a head taller maybe. And at least a weight-class above him. The partially unbuttoned shirt and gold beneath spoke of plenty of dollars, but less in the amount of sense.
'They cost 130.' He said dryly, idly toying with the mouth of the high-tops. The wolf's lip twitched with a barely contained snarl.
'And I'm offering you a hundred, or I'll beat your ass and take them.'
The rabbit's face split into a slow grin.
'Tell you what,' Gaz offered as he closed the lid of the box, and set it behind him as he stood up, slipping his new boxing gloves from the bag. 'I'll give you them.'
'That's a smart ide-' The wolf began.
'If you can beat my ass.' The bun continued, tugging on the plush gloves and flexing the leather with a soft creak. 'I'll even give you the handicap of not wearing gloves.'
'...Are you shitting me?' growled the wolf as he cracked his knuckles.
'You want 'em, you gotta win 'em from me.' coaxed the bun as he put up his dukes and smirked.
'Easiest bet I ever made.' The large Lupine grinned as he swung wide.
It was an easy punch to duck. The buck giving a sharp one-two jab in turn, and earning a pleasing grunt from the wolf as his gloves found the meat of the Lupine's side.
His opponent shifted on his feet and adjusted his stance. Oh good, he knew what he was doing.
Pushing back, Gaz's socked feet carried him lightly, easily, weaving from side to side before he threw a punch in turn, brushing the wolf's forearm and hopping aside at the retaliatory swing back.
Force, control, and not an unappreciable amount of speed.
His green and grey tail wriggled in anticipation.
Pressing his position, the wolf began swinging with a growl. Glancing blows defended against as Gaze ducked and wove his way through the onslaught. He compacted himself, drawing in his shoulders and dodging another wide strike. Drawing an arm back to retaliate, he felt the sudden impact of the wolf's fist at his grey-furred jaw, and staggered, blinking stars from his vision as he swivelled back up, and slammed a fist back in kind. Shock registered on the wolf's face from the force, giving Gaz the chance to follow up. His right fist dug deep and hard into the wolf's abdominals, forcing a wheeze and a stagger from the larger male.
'That all you got, big boy?' chuckled the rabbit as he brushed his nose with his thumbs and lifted his gloves once more.
'You wish, you little smart-mouth.' growled the wolf as he caught his breath. His steely blue eyes hardened, and his lip curled baring his fangs.
Gaz went once more on the defensive as the wolf's sudden attack bordered savage, though each punch was clearly calculated. Quick footwork and adept twists and ducks brushed a large portion of the punches aside, but every now and then the force of a brutal punch crashed through him, impacting his ribs, slamming up into his abdominals and lifting his feet off the ground.
A roar of a punch broke through his defense and crashed him to the cool mall tiles, his head spinning from the blossoming pain in his cheek and jaw.
It was an effort just to breathe.
'Thanks for the warm-up, runt.' Growled the wolf as he panted, and brushed at his fists. 'I'll be taking those shoes now.'
'What,' Gaz spat as he shakily dragged himself up to his feet, shaking his head and blinking the lights from his eyes. 'without even a count? Round two.'
The wolf blinked and grinned, cracking his neck as he lifted his fists once more.
'Alright, but I'm not calling the ambulance for y-' The words were cut off with the heavy thud of the rabbit's fist smashing square into the wolf's snout. Gaz's follow-up right to the cheek spun his opponent on the spot.
His left slammed up under the wolf's ribs, and with a growl of his own, and making ample use of the wolf's breathlessness, wound up and uppercut, all but throwing his opponent back, and crashing him to the tiles.
Panting steadily, the rabbit grinned as he slowly slid off his gloves, and brushed his cheek gingerly. That would bruise amazingly, by the way it stung. Padding over to his foe, he smirked as he stared down to the lupine, struggling to cling to consciousness, let alone breathe.
'One.' Gaze counted casually, looking towards his new sneakers and smirking wider as he tugged a small, well sealed vial from his pocket. 'Two. Three. Four.'
The wolf groaned thickly coughing and sputtering, struggling to try and lift himself up. His head felt like it belonged on someone else's body, and it was possibly made of lead, too.
'Five. Six. Seven.' Continued the bun as he unstoppered the vial, and regarded the purple liquid inside, lifting it over the wolf's open mouth. 'Eight. Nine. Ten.'
Tipping several drops of the liquid into the wolf's mouth, the buck grinned as he leaned back, and watched the larger male shudder and tremble, and slowly diminish before him.
'So, I've had a change of heart. I'm going to let you have the kicks, man.' Gaz smirked as the wolf's sputtering grew higher. His fuzzy frame vanishing slowly into his clothes, leaving them pooled like a one-wolf rapture. 'They might be a bit big for you though. So, I'll help you fill them out.' The buck snickered, and with a thumb and fore-finger, fished the scarcely six-inch wolf from the depths of the fabric. He struggled and squeaked in dazed fury at the now comparatively titanic bunny, as Gaz stood up and returned to the box.
Slipping them back out, the bun grinned impishly as he dropped his tiny opponent into the fresh-padded insole, before starting to tug the sneaker on. Adjusting the laces as he went and giving the tiny male a chance to find somewhere safe. ...Safer. Safe-ish?
It wasn't long until his cotton-clad toes overwhelmed the tiny wolf, and settled just before the inside wall of the sneakers, pinning the tiny lupine to the fresh insole beneath the wide expanse of his foot.
'Oh damn, feel that. The new memory foam layers are awesome..' Gaz mused, half to himself, and mostly mockingly to his trapped toy. 'Still gunna have to break them in.'
Taking his time in properly lacing up his new kicks, Gaz finally stood up, savouring the tiny wriggles against his deep purple pawpads. Softly stirring his foot in kind, he scooped up his bags, and began strolling casually for the exit. Doubtless security was well aware of what had happened.
Grinding his foot on every other step, Gaz licked his lips with a smirk at the tiny, near audible squeaks of the wolf cementing the transferrence of ownership.
He certainly hoped the wolf liked his new kicks.
--Fin.